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"Your conduct was so obviously and punctiliously correct," he replied suavely, "that I thought my answer could wait till I met you here to-day, as I knew that I was to have the pleasure of doing." He looked her full in the eyes. "You were placed, my dear colleague, in a position in which you had no alternative." "I thought so, Dr. Irechester, but " "Oh yes, clearly!
"What say you, Tom Punnit?" "It never occurred to me to put the question," the General answered brusquely. "May I ask why not, sir?" said Beaumaroy respectfully. "Because I believed in God. I knew that we were right, and I knew that we should win." "Are we in theology now, or still in biology?" asked Irechester, rather acidly. "You're getting out of my 'depth anyhow," smiled Mrs. Naylor.
And it could not be denied that suspicions were piling up Captain Alec, Irechester, even, on one little point, Doctor Mary! And possibly those two fellows outside one of them short and stumpy had their suspicions too, though these might be directed to another point. He gave one of his little shrugs as he followed the silent Captain to the garden gate. "Good-night. Thanks again.
And, as he looked, his true feeling about the situation suddenly burst through all restraint and leapt from his lips. "Though, for my part, under the circumstances, if I were you, I'd see old Irechester damned before I accepted the partnership!" She turned to him startled, yet suddenly smiling. He took her hand and raised it to his lips. "Hush! Not another word! Good-bye, my dear Mary!"
He laughed in enjoyment of her thrust. "My place isn't Bogota though I fancy that it's rather in the same moral latitude. You're confusing me with Captain Cranster!" "So I was for a moment," said Doctor Mary demurely. "But what about the appointment, anyhow?" "What about your partnership with Dr. Irechester, if you come to that?"
But Mary Arkroyd was disquieted, worried as to how she stood with Irechester, vaguely but insistently worried over the whole Tower Cottage business. Well, the first point she could soon settle, or try to settle, anyhow.
With the directness which marked her action when once her mind was made up, she waylaid Irechester as he came into the drawing-room; her resolute approach sufficed to detach Naylor from him; he found himself for the moment isolated from everybody except Mary. "You got my letter, Dr. Irechester? I I rather expected an answer."
She had prided herself on a rigorous abstention from "poaching"; she fancied that men were very ready to accuse women of not "playing the game" and had been resolved to give no color to such an accusation. "Mr. Saffron has sent for me professionally. He's ill, it seems," she said to Cynthia. "Why shouldn't he?" "Because he is a patient of Dr. Irechester, not a patient of mine."
Irechester " "Oh, it's not I who " "Why not have Mary?" Gertie made her suggestion eagerly. She was very fond of Mary, who, from the height of age, wisdom and professional dignity, had stooped to offer her an equal friendship. "She means Dr. Mary Arkroyd," Mrs. Naylor explained. "Yes, I know, Mrs. Naylor, I know about Dr. Arkroyd. In fact, I know her by sight. But "
Things are always so much more surprising when they happen down one's own street, or within a few minutes' walk of one's garden wall and when one actually knows the people involved in them. Still I was always inclined to agree with Dr. Irechester that there was something out of the common about old Saffron and our friend Beaumaroy." "Dr.
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