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Swift and sure moved Leaver's hands, obeying the swift, sure working of his brain. There was not a moment's indecision.
"You are so used to being master of the house that you forgot the new conditions. It's all right you are still master particularly in everything that has to do with your profession. And if you can find a cure for poor Dr. Leaver's broken spirit I shall be as happy as you." "It's going to make you a lot of trouble, two guests in the house, for an indefinite period.
Then, in a sort of strange dream, Charlotte found herself standing by John Leaver's side, listening to the familiar yet quite new and strange words of the marriage service. She heard his voice, gravely repeating the solemn vows, her own, following them with the vows which correspond, then the old rector's deep tones announcing that they two were one in the sight of God and man.
But to his surprise and dismay the guest barely touched most of the dishes, and ate so sparingly of others that Burns felt himself, with his hearty, normal appetite, a gormandizer. Nobody made any comment whatever upon Dr. Leaver's lack of appetite, but all three noted, with growing concern, that there were moments when he seemed to keep up with an effort.
"That's right, scold me," said he, trying to laugh. "It's what I need. I'm showing the white feather, a hatful of them. But you're mistaken about one thing. It is my responsibility, every detail of it. Don't forget that. If the case goes wrong, it's my fault, not Dr. Leaver's." Then he walked away, leaving Miss Mathewson utterly dumbfounded. She understood perfectly that Dr.
"Seeing you here," declared Burns, shaking hands vigorously, when his turn came, and regarding Charlotte with approving eyes, "reminds me of one of Jack Leaver's favourite old maxims, which he used unsparingly while he was chumming with me: 'A place for everything and everything in its place. The demonstration of that, raised to the nth power, is certainly what I now see before me!"
When he came out the book was closed and lying upon Leaver's knee. Burns took his place and drove off, malice sparkling in his eye. "What did you think of that chapter?" he inquired. "Interesting argument, but weak in spots." "Hm m. Which spots?" Leaver indicated them. There could be no doubt that he had read the chapter carefully to the end.
He had given himself an energizing hypodermic, he had never done that before, and had gone into it. There had come a terrible moment.... Leaver's lips grew white as he tried to tell it. He felt his friend's warm, firm hand upon his own as he faltered. "Steady, old fellow," said Burns's quiet voice. "We've got this nearly over. You'll be better afterward." After a little Leaver went on.
They've probably fallen into a discussion of surgical methods, and forgotten the time." The missing pair presently appeared. James Macauley looked curiously at them, but could detect no sign of sentiment about them. Indeed, as they came up the walk Leaver's voice was heard saying in a most matter-of-fact way: "I'll send you a reprint on that subject.
You're going up to bed in a few minutes, and you're going to stay there till the rest has had a chance to get in some work. Miss Mathewson will stay with you for a bit. She's a famous nurse." Leaver's head moved in surprised protest, and Miss Mathewson spoke: "He doesn't know, Dr. Burns, that that is my profession." Burns laughed. "Oh, I see. That was a bit startling, for a fact.
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