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He had forgotten Gaisford and his advice when Barbara came to say good-bye on her last day in London. "My dear, have you been ill?" she asked with concern. "I've been told to use my influence to get you away for a holiday. What's been the matter?" "I don't know. And Gaisford shouldn't discuss one patient with another. He wants me to go to California for six months." "Then you'll go? You must go!"
"I suppose you have breakfasted, by the way?" he asked. "Well, I'm not much of a breakfast-eater," Eric answered. "You must forgive a very early call, Gaisford; it's so hard for me to get away during the day. Well, it's the old trouble; I'm sleeping abominably. I took your wretched medicine, but it didn't have any effect." "H'm. You did not take my advice to go right away."
In a life-time of anxiety and effort she was hardly more communicative or self-pitying than her son; and Gaisford divined that more than ordinary compulsion had sent her to him. "Speaking as a friend of both parties," he said, "I don't know what the hitch is.
"You're between Gaisford and me," said Ettrick, detaching him for a cocktail and cigarette at the far end of the room. "I'm proposing your health, you'll have to reply; and that'll be all the speeches, unless we sit late. Manders has promised to come as soon as he can get away from the theatre, and that may start the ball again. By the way, is it official yet? I haven't seen any announcement."
At the club, Manders was lunching with a square-faced law lord and a doctor with humorous, shrewd eyes, who called upon Eric to join them. "We never see anything of you nowadays," complained Dr. Gaisford. "I don't have time to get as far away as this for lunch every day," Eric answered, as he pulled a chair in to the table. "You're cutting your vacation short, aren't you, Lord Ettrick?"
"My idea of a holiday is to get into old clothes and moon about the Docks or Portsmouth anywhere with salt and tar about, you know." "And what would our young friend do?" asked Dr. Gaisford. Eric blushed to find three pairs of eyes on him.
Whatever odds and ends you have to clear up must be cleared up within the next week." Eric nodded and held out his hand. Gaisford had understood, then. . . . He wondered how long the medicine would take to "tone up" his nerves, for he had written a telegram to Barbara the night before, as soon as Agnes left him.
Before that, you sent me a message by her that you probably wouldn't be well enough to take me to your first night. . . . I'd have come round the evening before if Dr. Gaisford hadn't made me promise not to. I've always said that I'd come to you from the ends of the earth if you were ill. When I heard that you weren't allowed to see any one " "It wasn't as bad as that," Eric interrupted.
It was something of a triumph to amuse others when he was so little amused himself. "Not nearly long enough," said Dr. Gaisford, as Eric looked furtively at the watch on his wrist. He was wondering how soon he could go home and telephone to Barbara. "Shall we go upstairs or sit here?" asked Lord Ettrick. "Manders ought to be with us in another half-hour."
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