"I only hope that his anticipations may be realized," I said. "But I
fear I'm no more brilliant than a hundred other men in the hospitals.
It takes a smart man nowadays to boom himself into notoriety. As in
literature and law, so in the medical profession, it isn't the clever
man who rises to the top of the tree. More often it is a second-rate
man, who has private influence, and has gauged the exact worth of
self-advertisement. This is an age of reputations quickly made, and
just as rapidly lost. In the professional world a new man rises with
every moon."
"But that need not be so in your case," she pointed out. "With Sir
Bernard as your chief, you are surely in an assured position."
Taking her into my confidence, I told her of my ideal of a snug
country practice--one of those in which the assistant does the
night-work and attends to the club people, while there is a circle of
county people as patients. There are hundreds of such practices in
England, where a doctor, although scarcely known outside his own
district, is in a position which Harley Street, with all its turmoil
of fashionable fads and fancies, envies as the elysium of what life
should be. The village doctor of Little Perkington may be an ignorant
old buffer; but his life, with its three days' hunting a week, its
constant invitations to shoot over the best preserves, and its free
fishing whenever in the humour, is a thousand times preferable to the
silk-hatted, frock-coated existence of the fashionable physician.
I had long ago talked it all over with Ethelwynn, and she entirely
agreed with me. I had not the slightest desire to have a
consulting-room of my own in Harley Street. All I longed for was a
life in open air and rural tranquillity; a life far from the tinkle of
the cab-bell and the milkman's strident cry; a life of ease and bliss,
with my well-beloved ever at my side. The unfortunate man compelled to
live in London is deprived of half of God's generous gifts.
"Though this unaccountable coldness has fallen between you," Mary
said, looking straight at me, "you surely cannot have doubted the
strength of her affection?"
"But Mrs. Henniker's insinuation puzzles me. Besides, her recent
movements have been rather erratic, and almost seem to bear out the
suggestion."
"That woman is utterly unscrupulous!" she cried angrily. "Depend upon
it that she has some deep motive in making that slanderous statement.
On one occasion she almost caused a breach between myself and my poor
husband. Had he not possessed the most perfect confidence in me, the
consequences might have been most serious for both of us. The outcome
of a mere word, uttered half in jest, it came near ruining my
happiness for ever. I did not know her true character in those days."
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