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But Christian was such a meek, mild, simple little Welshman, not the least pushing or ambitious; and very soon Dr. Well, as you know, I came down as locum for Christian, he was a fellow-student of mine, and when the dear little man was killed in France, Dr. Irechester himself suggested that I should stay on. He was rather nice.
He scribbles dozens like that." "You seem to admit my conclusion about his mental condition," she observed stiffly. "I always admit when I cease to be able to deny. But don't let's stand here talking. Really, for all I know, he may be dying. His heart seems to me very bad." "Go and ask Dr. Irechester." "He dreads Irechester. I believe the sight of Irechester might finish him. You must come."
Perhaps that too was pardonable diplomacy, and no reference to it could be expected in a letter which she was at liberty to show to Dr. Irechester. She wondered, uncomfortably, how Irechester would take it.
"I honestly think we did care about the rights and wrongs we in England," said Naylor. "That was certainly so at the beginning," Irechester agreed. Beaumaroy took him up smartly. "Aye, at the beginning. But what about when our blood got up? What then? Would we, in our hearts, rather have been right and got a licking, or wrong and given one?" "A searching question!" mused old Naylor.
"I think you'll have an offer soon too, and a good one, Doctor Mary. Irechester was over at our place yesterday. He's still of opinion that there was something queer at Tower Cottage. Indeed he thinks that Mr. Saffron was queer himself, in his head, and that a clever doctor would have found it out." "That he himself would, if he'd gone on attending " "Precisely.
Perhaps you do, Irechester? He's your patient, isn't he?" Dr. Irechester sat four places from Mary. Before he replied to the question he cast a glance at her, smiling rather mockingly. "I've attended him on one or two occasions, but I've never seen the inside of the Tower. So I don't know either." "Oh, but I'm curious! I shall ask Mr. Beaumaroy," cried Cynthia.
But my first duty is to Mr. Saffron. If it will ease matters at all, pray hold yourself at liberty to show this note to Dr. Irechester. May I beg you to be kind enough to call at your earliest convenience, though it is, alas, a rough evening to ask you to come out? Yours very faithfully, "How very awkward!" exclaimed Mary.
Saffron is unwell, and I have insisted that he must see a doctor. So much he has yielded, after a fight! But nothing will induce him to see Dr. Irechester again. On this point I tried to reason with him, but in vain. He is obstinate and resolved.
He's well off, rich, I believe. So he belongs to Dr. Irechester. But I often meet him along the road. Lately there's always been a younger man with him, a companion, or secretary, or something of that sort, I hear he is." "There are two men coming along the road now." "Yes, that's them, the old man, and his friend. He's rather striking to look at." "Which of them?" "The old man, of course.
It was queer and pitiful, but by no means unprecedented. She might be not much of an alienist, as Dr. Irechester had been kind enough to suggest to Mr. Naylor, but she had seen such cases herself even stranger ones, where even higher Powers suffered impersonation, with effects still more tragically absurd to onlookers.
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