‘But I am perfectly serious,’ he returned in a voice of protest. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her
chin resting upon the window-sill. “You are in a private room of St. She began to feel odd sensations while
peering busily at his shoulder and profile. Are you sure you
haven't mistaken the ward, Mr. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a
reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the
preparation-room. “Let us escape,” she said. The way it had
happened was stupid, absurd. I want to know what you are doing; how you think
this work of yours really does serve women. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the
veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?”
note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively,
“How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old
professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann
Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. Wary they might be. "Beg pardon," he said, "but isn't smoking allowed in the dining room?"
"It probably is," answered Prudence, "but that in no wise mitigates the
odiousness of the procedure.
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