Conduct of life -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Physicians -- Fiction
"You need friends, you know," he said; "you're very awkwardly placed
without any."
"Oh, I do know! To have no friends is a crime; one's helpless without
them. And a woman's helplessness is the best of reasons why no help
should be extended to her. But it sounds a merciless argument,
doctor--horribly merciless, at the beginning!"
"It's a merciless life. Look here, Miss Brettan, I don't want to beat
about the bush: you're in a beastly hole, and if I can pull you out of
it I shall be glad--for your own sake, and for the sake of your dead
father. It's like this, though; the only thing I can see my way to
involves the comfort of someone else. You were talking about a place as
companion; I can't live at home now, and my mother wants one."
"Doctor!"
She caught her breath.
"If I were to take the responsibility of recommending you, it's
probable she'd engage you; I think you'd suit her, but----Well, it's
rather a large order!"
"Oh, you should never be sorry!" she cried. "You shall never be sorry
for trusting me, if you will!"
"You see, it's not easy. It's not usual to go engaging a lady one meets
for the first time."
"Why, you wouldn't meet anybody else oftener," she pleaded eagerly;
"if you advertised, you'd take the woman after the one interview. You
wouldn't exchange a lot of visits and get friendly before you engaged
her."
He pulled at his moustache again.
"But of course she wouldn't--wouldn't be starving," she added; "she
wouldn't have fainted in your room. It'd be no more judicious, but it
would be more conventional."
"You argue neatly," he said with a smile.
The smile encouraged her. She smiled response. He could not smile if he
were going to refuse her, she felt.
"Dr. Kincaid----"
"One minute," he said; "I hear someone coming, I think. Excuse me!"
It was Corri; he met him as he turned the handle, and drew him outside.
"There's a woman in there," he said, "and a breakfast-tray. Come down
on to the next landing; I want to speak to you."
"What on earth----" said Corri. "Are you giving a party? What do
you mean by a woman and a breakfast-tray? Did the woman bring the
breakfast-tray?"
"No, she brought a book. It's serious."
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