Round the Red Lamp: Being Facts and Fancies of Medical LifeDoyle, Arthur Conan
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Round the Red Lamp: Being Facts and Fancies of Medical Life
Doyle, Arthur Conan
Medical fiction; Physicians -- Fiction
"Think of our own young days, Charlie," she whispered, with her fingers
still toying with his hair. "What were you then? A poor man, not even
Ambassador at Tangier. But I loved you, and believed in you, and have
I ever regretted it? Ida loves and believes in Lord Arthur, and why
should she ever regret it either?"
Lord Charles was silent. His eyes were fixed upon the green branches
which waved outside the window; but his mind had flashed back to a
Devonshire country-house of thirty years ago, and to the one fateful
evening when, between old yew hedges, he paced along beside a slender
girl, and poured out to her his hopes, his fears, and his ambitious.
He took the white, thin hand and pressed it to his lips.
"You, have been a good wife to me, Clara," said he.
She said nothing. She did not attempt to improve upon her advantage.
A less consummate general might have tried to do so, and ruined all.
She stood silent and submissive, noting the quick play of thought which
peeped from his eyes and lip. There was a sparkle in the one and a
twitch of amusement in the other, as he at last glanced up at her.
"Clara," said he, "deny it if you can! You have ordered the trousseau."
She gave his ear a little pinch.
"Subject to your approval," said she.
"You have written to the Archbishop."
"It is not posted yet."
"You have sent a note to Lord Arthur."
"How could you tell that?"
"He is downstairs now."
"No; but I think that is his brougham."
Lord Charles sank back with a look of half-comical despair.
"Who is to fight against such a woman?" he cried. "Oh! if I could send
you to Novikoff! He is too much for any of my men. But, Clara, I
cannot have them up here."
"Not for your blessing?"
"No, no!"
"It would make them so happy."
"I cannot stand scenes."
"Then I shall convey it to them."
"And pray say no more about it--to-day, at any rate. I have been weak
over the matter."
"Oh! Charlie, you who are so strong!"
"You have outflanked me, Clara. It was very well done. I must
congratulate you."
"Well," she murmured, as she kissed him, "you know I have been
studying a very clever diplomatist for thirty years."
A MEDICAL DOCUMENT.
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