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Mangan, in diagnosing Major Talbot-Lowry, been wrong in his assumption that Dick, generous, and elated by his success in bargaining, would wish to indemnify his opponent for having had the worst of it, and would consider the support of Danny Aherne as a suitable expression of the wish. The Big Doctor's intimacy with Dick had progressed of late with remarkable rapidity.
He was seated in it, one mild February evening, some months after the election of Dr. Aherne. It had been market-day in Cluhir; patients had been many, and fees satisfactory. The Doctor reclined in front of a good turf and wood fire, and smoked a mellow pipe, and reviewed the run of events. Danny Aherne had been in, to speak to him about a case, that afternoon, and Dr.
Mangan, his inspection of the patient ended. "I consider you couldn't be progressing more satisfactorily." He seated himself by Father Tim Sweeny's bedside, while the Nursing Sister-in-Charge rolled up bandages, and conferred in lowered tones with Dr. Aherne, on the subject of what he called the patient's "dite." "You'll be going as strong as ever you did in a few weeks' time," continued Dr.
"On the head of what, woman?" shouted Dick, now passing, by the well-worn channel of anxiety, from boredom to anger. "On the head of the Dispinsary! Sure they says 'twas your Honour gave it to Danny Aherne!" It is unnecessary to record Major Talbot-Lowry's indignation on hearing this charge.
He'd like some place where he'd get a little hunting now and then. I expect you know his father, Major old Tom Aherne, of Pribawn " Major Talbot-Lowry became more interested. "You don't say old Tom's son is a doctor! By Jove! That's very creditable to him a decent old fellow Tom was and you say he wants to hunt? That's the right sort of doctor! Look here!"
Twomey as "The Big Doctor and little Danny Aherne walking the streets of Cluhir like two paycocks," was vouchsafed to the town rather more frequently than was usually the case. Dr. Aherne had sent a patient, who was no less a person than the priest of the parish of Pribawn, to the private ward of the Infirmary in Cluhir, where he would, among other advantages, receive daily visits from Dr. Mangan.
Father Sweeny was suffering from a broken leg, and other damages; a midnight drive to a dying parishioner had ended, disastrously, in an unguarded road-side ditch, and Dr. Aherne had thought it best to consign a patient of such importance to the care of hands less occupied, as well as of higher renown, than his own.
I think you're mistaken in thinking he'll be married to one of the Major's daughters in such a hurry!" "The first thing he'll want to do is to tidy up his property and pacify the tenants," said Dr. Aherne, in his small, piping voice. "They're not too pleased with the way they are now. The Major was rather short with some of them, now and again.
The shepherding of Dick Lowry was really an affair of a simplicity unworthy of preparation made by that rusé old collie, the Big Doctor. Nevertheless, being an artist, he continued to play the game. "Knock Ceoil! Begad, that's a great notion! Now I come to think of it, I did hear something of old Fogarty giving up, but somehow I never thought of young Danny Aherne in connection with it.
And she a fine, hard, hearty, blushy, big lump of a gerr'l. And 'tis true what they said " The details that followed were hissed, prestissimo, into the ear of Miss Coppinger, but that Dr. Aherne was to be blamed, was made as clear to Dick Talbot-Lowry as to his cousin. The tale was concluded in tears. "Look! I has to cry when I thinks of it!" It is impossible with Mrs.
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