“Oh, what a beastly shame!” And, seizing his glasses, Barth stared at her in commiserating surprise.
For a short instant, Nancy longed to tweak the glasses from his nose. Then she laughed.
“As a rule, I don’t nurse people for money, Mr. Barth,” she said lightly.
“No? How generous you must be, Miss Howard!”
Was there ever a more maddening combination of manly simplicity and British bigotry, Nancy reflected impatiently. More and more she began to despair of making her position clear. Nevertheless, she went on steadily,—
“And, in fact, you were my one and only patient.”
“That you have ever had, in all your professional life?”
“I never had any professional life,” Nancy replied shortly.
Barth’s face showed his increasing perplexity.
“But you are a nurse.”