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Prohack merely kissed her husband again, with a kind of ineffable resignation. Then Machin came in with her breakfast, and said that Dr. Veiga would be round shortly, and was told to telephone to the Treasury that her master was ill in bed. "And what about my breakfast?" the victim enquired with irony. "Give me some of your egg."
"Here!" said he, interrupting Dr. Veiga with a grand gesture. "Have a cigar." "I cannot, my friend." Dr. Veiga looked at his watch. "You must. Have a corona." Mr. Prohack moved to the cigar cabinet which he had recently purchased. "No. My next patient is awaiting me in Hyde Park Gardens at this moment." "Let him die!" exclaimed Mr. Prohack ruthlessly. "You've got to have a cigar with me. Look.
Veiga held up a pared and finished finger and wagged it to and fro with solemnity "you can't do this without moving your finger ... You were aware of this great truth? Then why are you upset because you can't wag your finger without moving it?... Perhaps I'm being too subtle for you. Let me put the affair in another way.
All that I've told you I know by heart, because I'm saying it to men of your age every day of my life." Mr. Prohack felt like a reprimanded schoolboy. He feared the wrath to come. "Don't you think my husband ought to take a long holiday?" Eve put in. "Well, of course he ought," said Dr. Veiga, opening both mouth and eyes in protest against such a silly question. "Six months?" "At least."
I spend more and more time in wondering whither I am going, what I am after, and where precisely is the point of being alive at all. That's a fact, and now you know it." Dr. Veiga rose from his chair and deliberately sat down on the side of his patient's bed.
Veiga entered the bedroom in exactly the same style as on his first visit to Mr. Prohack himself. He had heard the nature of the case from Machin on his way upstairs. He listened to Mr. Prohack, who spoke, in the most deceitful way, as if he had been through scores of such affairs. "Exactly," said Dr. Veiga, examining Eve summarily. "She sat up. The blood naturally left her head, and she fainted.
Prohack had remained in perfect ignorance of the machinations of these two for eight days, at the end of which period he received by post an official document informing him that My Lords of the Treasury had granted him six months' leave of absence for reasons of ill-health. Dr. Veiga had furnished the certificate unknown to the patient.
Prohack was delighted to see him, for an interview with Dr. Veiga always meant an unusual indulgence in the sweets of candour and realism. "This is my wife's doing, no doubt," said Mr. Prohack, limply shaking hands. "She called to see me, ostensibly about herself, but of course in fact about you. However, I thought she needed a tonic, and I'll write out the prescription while I'm here.
So much so that when Dr. Veiga had written out a prescription, Mr. Prohack said lightly: "I suppose I can get up, though." To which Dr. Veiga amiably replied: "I shall leave that to you. Perhaps if I tell you you'll be lucky if you don't have jaundice...! But I think you will be lucky. I'll try to look in again this afternoon." These last words staggered both Mr. and Mrs. Prohack.
You've got a soul above medicine as well as clothes." "All good doctors have," said Dr. Veiga. "My life is a romance." "And so shall mine be," said Mr. Prohack. When at length Mr. Prohack escorted Dr. Veiga out into the hall he saw Sissie kissing Eliza Brating with much affection on the front-door step.
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