British -- Asia -- Fiction; Women physicians -- Fiction
“I can’t help it. I know I’m safe with you. Now I put it to you: can a
man be cool when he sees a girl he knew years ago--his sister’s
friend--turning into one of these unsexed women, of whom the less that
is said the better? One would rather see her in her grave!”
“You are a little out of sorts,” said Stratford, with imperturbable
calmness, “and you are making mountains out of molehills. I won’t
pretend not to know what you are driving at, but I do say that I think
you are using most unwarrantable language---- Hullo! who’s there? Come
in.”
This was in answer to a knock at the door, which opened immediately,
and admitted Fitz Anstruther. The young fellow’s hands were clenched
and his face flushed, and it was apparent to the two men that he was
hard put to it to restrain an outburst of furious passion.
“I wasn’t listening,” he said, hastily, “but I couldn’t help hearing
what you were saying. These beastly rooms----” He broke off suddenly,
and his hearers, perceiving that the side walls only reached within
some six feet of the roof, realised that their conversation must have
been audible to any of their neighbours on either side who chanced to
be in their rooms. “But that’s neither here nor there,” he went on. “I
heard you blackguarding Miss Keeling’s name in the most shameful way,
and I am not going to listen to it.”
“I was not aware that we had mentioned the name of any lady,” said
Stratford. Fitz was taken aback for a moment, but recovered himself
speedily.
“It wasn’t you, it was Major North,” he said, glaring at Dick. “He
mentioned no names, but if he can assure me he wasn’t speaking of Miss
Keeling, I’ll apologise at once. You see? I knew he could not do it.
Now look here, Major North--you are my superior, and I know you can
ruin me if you like, but I won’t hear Miss Keeling spoken of in that
way.”
“Your hearing what you did was quite your own affair,” said Dick,
coolly. He had an enormous advantage over Fitz, for the sudden attack
had restored him to his usual calmness, but the boy did not flinch.
“I know, but I can’t help that. You may be sure I wouldn’t have
listened to it of my own accord, but when you talked as you did, it
naturally forced itself on my hearing, and a nice hearing it was! Miss
Keeling has no one here to look after her, and if you are cad enough
to take advantage of that, I’ll do what I can. If you dare to say that
she isn’t every bit as good and as gentle as your own sister, I tell
you to your face you’re a liar.”
“Anstruther!” cried Stratford, sitting up suddenly, “do you know what
you are saying? For your own sake and the lady’s be quiet.”
“I can’t help it,” repeated Fitz. “Miss Keeling has been awfully kind
to me, and I’m not going to hear her insulted. You can do what you
like, Major North. If you want to fight, I’m ready.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account