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Did McMeekin insult Miss Beresford in any way? For if he did " "Not at all," said Titherington. "But I've been talking long enough. I'll tell you all the rest to-morrow." Without giving me a chance of protesting he left the room. I felt that I was going to break down again; but I restrained myself and told the nurse plainly what I thought of her.
I told her that I'd do anything I conscientiously could to lull off Vittie, but that I had my duty to perform. And I have, you know. I'm clearing the air." "It wants it badly. McMeekin told me two days ago he had forty cases and there are evidently a lot more now." "I'm not talking about microbes," said Lalage. "What I'm talking about is the moral 'at'." I thought for a moment. "titude?"
Before I could say anything to her McMeekin gave orders that a second bed should be brought into my room and that she, the red-haired, freckled girl, should sit beside me and not take her eyes off me for a moment while he went home to get his bag. I forgot all about Titherington then and concentrated my remaining strength on a hope that McMeekin would get the influenza.
As I had foreseen, he began to shovel the stuff into my mouth with the spoon. Titherington came over to my bedside. He pretended that he came to hold me up while McMeekin fed me. In reality he came to gloat. But I had my revenge. I pawed McMeekin with my hands and breathed full into his face. I also clutched Titherington's coat and pawed him.
I never met one of that lot before who could keep off the subject for as much as ten minutes at a time even in private conversation." I entered next day on what proved to be the most disagreeable stage of my illness. McMeekin called on me in the morning. He performed some silly tricks with a stethoscope and felt my pulse with an air of rapt attention which did not in the least deceive me.
Or I may get overheated. Or I may get too cold." My mother, curiously enough, for she was very fond of me, did not seem frightened. "McMeekin told me," I went on, "that a relapse after influenza is nearly always fatal. However, I have made my will and I fully intend to walk." I did walk as far as the gate lodge and about a hundred yards beyond it.
I suppose that the amount of torture he inflicted on me induced a mood of joyous intoxication in which he would have promised anything. I lay in bed and did my best, by breathing hard, to shoot germs from my lungs across the room at Titherington and McMeekin. Their talk, which must have lasted about eighteen hours, was interrupted at last by a tap at the door.
There really was a change in her and I had all along kept a careful watch over my temper. The day after that, being, I believe, the eighth of my illness, I got up at eleven o'clock and put on a pair of trousers under my dressing-gown. McMeekin, backed by the nurse, insisted on my sending for a barber to shave me.
He enclosed a rough draft of the dignified rejoinder and invited criticism and amendment from me. My proper course of action was obvious enough. I made my nurse reply with a bulletin, dictated by me, signed by her and McMeekin, to the effect that I was too ill to read letters and totally incapable of answering them.
Titherington put the empty bottle in the pocket of his overcoat and packed up the eleven full bottles in the bag again. He locked the bag and then pushed it as far as he could under my bed with his foot. He knew, just as well as I did, that either the nurse or McMeekin would steal the champagne if they saw it lying about. "Now," he said, "you're not feeling so chippy." "No, I'm not.
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