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It is n't often that one gets the chance." "I am going to see Dr. Mulbridge," she began, and then stopped so long that he perceived she wished him to say something. He said, "Yes?" "Yes. I thought this morning that I should give Mrs. Maynard's case up to him. I shouldn't be at all troubled at seeming to give it up under a pressure of opinion, though I should not give it up for that.
"I thought all American ladies had been abroad"; and now he said, with easy recognition of her resolution not to help him out, "I suppose you have your diploma from the Philadelphia school." "No," she returned, "from the New York school, the homoeopathic school of New York." Dr. Mulbridge instantly sobered, and even turned a little pale, but he did not say anything.
"I had heard that you made some such distinction I remember, now. But I could n't realize anything so ridiculous." Dr. Mulbridge colored. "Excuse me," he said, "if, even under the circumstances, I can't agree with you that the position taken by the regular practice is ridiculous." She did not make any direct reply.
"No; it has nothing to do with her. She's practically well now; I can remand the case to you. I wish to see you about yourself." She hesitated at this peculiar summons, but some pressure was upon her to obey Dr. Mulbridge, as there was upon most people where he wished to obey him. "I want to talk with you," he added, "about what you are going to do, about your future. Will you come?"
No matter how much experience you had, if you saw a case going wrong in your hands, you'd want to call in some one else to set it right. Do you suppose Dr. Mulbridge would have given me up to another doctor because he was afraid he couldn't cure me? No, indeed! He'd have let me die first, and I should n't have blamed him.
But they can't. They haven't the generosity." "I think you don't understand me," said Grace, with a severity that amused him. "I wished to regard myself, in taking up this profession, entirely as I believed a man would have regarded himself." "And were you able to do it?" "No," she unintentionally replied to this unexpected question. "Haw, haw, haw!" laughed Dr. Mulbridge at her helpless candor.
Her mother is progressive she believes in the advancement of women; she thinks the men would oppress them if they got a chance." "If one half the bold things that are running about the country had masters it would be the best thing," said Mrs. Mulbridge, opening the lid of the coffee-pot, and clapping it to with force, after a glance inside. "That's where Mrs. Green wouldn't agree with you.
"I knew where you had gone as soon as your mother told me you had driven off with Walter Libby. I'm so glad that you've got somebody to consult! Your theories are perfectly right and I'm sure that Dr. Mulbridge will just tell you to keep on as you've been doing." Grace withdrew from her caress. "Dr. Mulbridge is not coming for a consultation. He refused to consult with me." "Refused to consult?
There are very few things that Miss Gleason does n't think can be done with cut flowers, from a wedding to a funeral." Mrs. Mulbridge perceived that her son was speaking figuratively of Miss Gleason's sentimentality, but she was not very patient with the sketch he, enjoyed giving of her. "Is she a friend of that Breen girl's?" she interrupted to ask.
"No," said her son, with what she knew to be professional finality. "Mother, if you can hurry dinner a little, I shall be glad. I have to drive over to Jocelyn's, and I should like to start as soon as possible." "Who was the young man with her? Her beau, I guess." "Was there a young man with her?" asked Dr. Mulbridge. His mother went out without speaking. She could be unsatisfactory, too.
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