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He carried his bag all down Number 3 platform at Waterloo, and hove it with one hand into the rack. 'Well done! said Nurse Blaber, in the corridor. 'We've improved too. Dr. Gilbert and an older man came out of the next compartment. 'Hallo! said Gilbert. 'Why haven't you been to see me, Mr. Conroy? Come under the lamp. Take off your hat. No no. Sit, you young giant. Ve-ry good.
And yet, of course, you're wonderfully handsome. How d'you account for it, Nursey? Nurse Blaber shook her head. 'I was hired to cure you of a habit, dear. When you're cured I shall go on to the next case that senile-decay one at Bourne-mouth I told you about. 'And I shall be left alone with George! But suppose it isn't cured, said Miss Henschil of a sudden. Suppose it comes back again.
Miss Henschil leaned forward and collapsed, as Conroy told her afterwards, like a factory chimney. She came out of her swoon with teeth that chattered on the cup. 'No no, she said, gulping. 'It's not hysterics. Yo' see I've no call to hev 'em any more. No call no reason whatever. God be praised! Can't yo' feel I'm a right woman now? 'Stop hugging me! said Nurse Blaber.
They starved together heroically, and Nurse Blaber was good enough to signify approval when she came to clear away. 'Nursey? Miss Henschil insinuated, and flushed. 'Do you smoke? said the nurse coolly to Conroy. 'I haven't in years. Now you mention it, I think I'd like a cigarette or something. 'I used to. D'you think it would keep me quiet? Miss Henschil said. 'Perhaps.
On their last trip she volunteered to sit with them, and buried herself in The Cloister and the Hearth while they whispered together. 'But still, said Nurse Blaber, not looking up, 'I think your Mr. Skinner might feel jealous of all this. 'It would be difficult to explain, said Conroy. 'Then you'd better not be at my wedding, Miss Henschil laughed. 'After all we've gone through, too.
Then she said, between adding totals of best, guest, and servants' sheets, 'But why should our times have been the same, Nursey? 'Because a child is born somewhere every second of the clock, Nurse Blaber answered. 'And besides that, you probably set each other off by talking and thinking about it. You shouldn't, you know. 'Ay, but you've never been in Hell, said Miss Henschil.
Some one will see us. 'We needn't kneel. Stand up and say "Our Father." We must! It was the first time since childhood that Conroy had prayed. They laughed hysterically when a curve threw them against an arm-rest. 'Now for breakfast! she cried. 'My maid Nurse Blaber has the basket and things. It'll be ready in twenty minutes. Oh! Look at my hair! and she went out laughing.
But I suppose you ought to leave me out. Is the day fixed? he cried. 'Twenty-second of September in spite of both his sisters. I can risk it now. Her face was glorious as she flushed. 'My dear chap! He shook hands unreservedly, and she gave back his grip without flinching. 'I can't tell you how pleased I am! 'Gracious Heavens! said Nurse Blaber, in a new voice. 'Oh, I beg your pardon.
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