Conduct of life -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Physicians -- Fiction
After the one scene in which she left the choice to him, she had
afforded him no chance to resume their earlier relations had he wished
it, and the studied politeness of her address was a persistent reminder
that she directed herself to him in his medical capacity alone. She
held the present conditions the least exacting attainable, since
the distastefulness of renewed intercourse was not to be avoided
altogether; but she in nowise exonerated him for imposing them, and
she considered that by having done so he had made her a singularly
ungracious return for the humiliation of her avowal. She sustained the
note he had struck; the key was in a degree congenial to her. But she
resented while she concurred, and even more than to her judgment her
acquiescence was attributable to her pride.
On the day following there were recurrences of pain, but on Wednesday
this subsided, though the temperature remained high. Mary saw that
his anxiety was, if anything, keener than it had been, and by degrees
a latent admiration began to mingle with her bitterness. In the
atmosphere of the sick-room the man and the woman were equally new
to each other, and up to a certain point he was as great a surprise
to her as was she to him. She saw him now professionally for the
first time, and she recognised his resources, his despatch, with
an appreciation quickened by experience. The visitor whom she had
known lounging, loose-limbed and conversational, in an arm-chair had
disappeared; the suppliant for a tenderness that she did not feel had
become an authority whom she obeyed. Here, like this, the man was a
power, and the change within him had its physical expression. His
figure was braced, his movements had a resolution and a vigour that
gave him another personality. He even awed her slightly. She thought
that he must look more masterful to all the world in the exercise of
his profession, but she thought also that everyone in the world would
approve the difference.
The confidence that he inspired in her was so strong that on Thursday,
when he told her that he intended to have a consultation, she heard him
with a shock.
"You think it advisable?"
"I fear the worst, Miss Brettan; I can't neglect any chance."
She had some violets in her hand--it was her custom to brighten the
view from the bed as much as she could every morning--and suddenly
their scent was very strong.
"The worst?"
"God grant my opinion's wrong!" he said. "Will you ask the girl to take
the wire for me?"
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