Here and Hereafter

LINDLEY KAYS THE GIFTED FAMILY THE EXILES OF FALOO

It was Saturday night at the end of a hard week. I was just finishing my dinner when I was told that a man wished to see me at once in the surgery. The name, Tarn, was unknown to me.
I found a fair-haired man of thirty in a faded and frayed suit of mustard-colour, holding in his hand a broken straw hat. His face was rather fat and roundish; his build powerful but paunchy. The colour of face and hands showed open-air life and work. His manner was slow, apathetic, heavy. His speech was slow too, but it was the speech of an educated man, and the voice was curiously gentle.
My wife's ill, doctor. Can you come?
I can. What's the matter with her, Mr Tarn?
He explained. I do not regard child-bearing as illness, and told him so. I told him further that he ought to have made his arrangements and to have engaged a doctor and nurse beforehand.
In her own country they do not regard it as illness either. The women there do not have doctor or nurse. She did not wish it. But, however, as she seemed to suffer—
Well, well. We'll get on. Where do you live?
Felonsdene.
Eight miles away and right up on the downs. Phew! Can I get my car there?
Most of the way at any rate—we could always walk the rest.