British -- Asia -- Fiction; Women physicians -- Fiction
As for Georgia, she continued to take pains to show him that she quite
understood his view of the case, which she did not, and devoted
herself largely to itinerating in the country round with Miss Jenkins
and Miss Guest. She was welcomed on account of her medical skill in
many places where they had not been able to gain a footing, and had
the pleasure of knowing that she left these houses open to her friends
for the future. The work proved to be so interesting that she was very
sorry to leave it, and on the eve of departure she confided to Lady
Haigh the resolution she had definitely formed to come back to
Bab-us-Sahel when the Mission returned from Kubbet-ul-Haj, and to
settle down with Miss Guest and Miss Jenkins.
“Nonsense, Georgie! you mustn’t throw away your talents like that,”
cried Lady Haigh, aghast.
“But I should only stay here until they would allow me to settle on
the frontier, of course,” said Georgia.
“I wish General Keeling were alive,” said Lady Haigh, irritably. “He
would very soon put a stop to these absurd schemes. Or I wish you were
married. That would do as well.”
“But if that is one reason for my not marrying?” asked Georgia.
CHAPTER V.
ACROSS THE FRONTIER.
“When we come to the crest of this rise we shall be able to see Fort
Rahmat-Ullah in the distance,” said Stratford to Georgia. He had
quitted his place in the long cavalcade formed by the members of the
Mission and their baggage-animals, as it made its way across the
broken ground, alternately sandy and rocky, which characterises the
districts lying near the frontier of Khemistan, and had joined the two
doctors, who were riding somewhat in advance of the caravan in order
to escape the dust. Dr Headlam turned back to the side of Lady Haigh,
with whom Stratford had been riding, and Georgia looked round at her
new cavalier with eyes of eager interest.
“It was Fort Rahmat-Ullah that Major North relieved, wasn’t it?” she
asked, although she knew perfectly well what the answer would be.
“Yes, during our last little war but two or three. It is our farthest
outpost on this frontier, and, when the tribes were up, they naturally
set their hearts on getting hold of it. Of course the garrison has
been strengthened since then, and the _pax Britannica_ is quite
effective in the neighbourhood. We are to spend a few days at the
fort, you know, before we bid farewell to civilisation, and make our
dash into the desert, so that it is a comfort to feel that we need not
expect to find ourselves besieged there. The only drawback is that
North will be away.”
“Away?” asked Georgia in astonishment.
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