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He's in the book. And ask him to come along as soon as he can to see Mr. Prohack." Now Mr. Prohack had heard of, but never seen, Dr. Veiga. He had more than once listened to the Portuguese name on Eve's lips, and the man had been mentioned more than once at the club. Mr. Prohack knew that he was, if not a foreigner, of foreign descent, and hence he did not like him. Mr.
Since the automobile accident she had become another person and a more complex person. The climax, or what seemed to be the climax, came one cold morning when she and Mr. Prohack and Sissie and Dr. Veiga were sitting together in the little boudoir beyond the bedroom. Eve was relating to the admired and trusted doctor all her peculiar mental and moral symptoms.
Arthur!" she murmured, "you are a worry to me!" Mr. Prohack, not being an ordinary Englishman, knew himself beaten for the second time that morning. He dared not trifle with his wife in her earnest, lofty mood. "I bet you Veiga won't come," said Mr. Prohack. "He will come," said Mrs. Prohack blandly. "How do you know?" "Because he told me he'd come at once if ever I asked him.
"Ah, well!" replied Dr. Veiga with strange sardonic indifference. "If you will sacrifice yourself to your friends you must take the consequences like a man. I will talk to you some other time, when I've got nothing better to do. I am very busy, telling people what they already know." And he went. A minute later Charlie arrived in a car suitable to his grandeur.
Cunliff's. He cured her of cancer." "You told me Mrs. Cunliff hadn't got cancer at all." "Well, it was Dr. Veiga who found out she hadn't, and stopped the operation just in time. She says he saved her life, and she's quite right. He's wonderful." Mrs. Prohack was now sitting on the bed. She gazed at her husband's features with acute apprehension and yet with persuasive grace. "Oh!
Veiga went on, in a more confidential tone: "There's another point. An idle man who really knows his business will visit his tailor's, his hosier's, his bootmaker's, his barber's much oftener and much more conscientiously than you do. You've got a mind above clothes of course. So have I. I take a wicked pleasure in being picturesquely untidy. But I'm not a patient. My life is a great lark.
Veiga, suddenly throwing the onus on the whole medical profession. "We can't. We don't know." "It's very, very unsatisfactory, all this ignorance." "It certainly is. But did you suppose that medical science, alone among all sciences, had achieved finality and omniscience? We've reached the state of knowing that we don't know, and that's something.
However, Sissie put the question in her young blundering way. "Oh, mother dear! You never told us!" "I received the letter the day before yesterday," Eve continued gravely. "And Charlie is certainly not coming home to find me away." For two entire days she had had the important letter and had concealed it. Mr. Prohack was disturbed. "Very well," Dr. Veiga concurred.
Where's my breakfast? Where are my newspapers? I must begin the day without the loss of another moment. Please give me my dressing-gown." "I very much wonder how your blood-pressure is," Eve complained. "And you, I suppose, are perfectly well?" "Oh, yes, I am. I'm absolutely cured. Dr. Veiga is really very marvellous. But I always told you he was." "Well," said Mr. Prohack.
Veiga proceeded, after having given further assurances as to his other patient. "Mrs. Prohack was perfectly correct. You're not making progress. The fact is, you're bored. You haven't organised your existence, and the lack of organisation is reacting on your health." "Something is reacting on his health," Sissie put in. "I'm not at all pleased." She was now not Mr. Prohack's daughter but his aunt.
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