“You will be out of doors nine hours a day, and kindly fill in this card for me. You may skate, but not ski or toboggan, nor take more than four hours’ active exercise out of the twenty-four. In a month’s time I shall be pleased to see you. Remember about the German and — er — do you ever flirt?”
Winn stared ominously.
“Flirt? No,” he said. “Why the devil should I?”
Dr. Gurnet gave a peculiar little smile, half quizzical and half kindly.
“Well,” he said, “I sometimes recommend it to my patients in order that they may avoid the intenser application known as falling in love. Or in cases like your own, for instance, when a considerable amount of beneficial cheerfulness may be arrived at by a careful juxtaposition of the sexes. You follow me?”
“No, hanged if I do,” said Winn. “I’ve told you I’m married, haven’t I? Besides, I dislike women.”
“Ah, there perhaps we may be more in agreement than you imagine,” said Dr. Gurnet, increasing his kindly smile. “But I must continue to assure you that this avoidance of what you dislike is a hazardous operation. The study of women at a distance is both amusing and instructive. I grant you that too close personal relations are less so. I have avoided family life most carefully from this consideration, but much may be obtained from women without going to extremes. In fact, if I may say so, women impart their most favorable attributes solely under these conditions. Good morning.”
Winn left the small brown house with a heart that was strangely light. Of course he didn’t believe in doctors any more than Sir Peter did, but he found himself believing that he was going to get well.
All the morning he had been moving his mind in slow waves that did not seem like thoughts against the rock of death; but he came away from the tiger-skins and the flickering laughter of Dr. Gurnet’s eyes with a comfortable sense of having left all such questions on the doorstep. He thought instead of whether it was worth while to go down to the rink before lunch or not.
It was while he was still undecided as to this question that he heard a little shriek of laughter. It ran up a scale like three notes on a flute; he knew in a moment that it was the same laughter he had listened to the night before.