"Once again, in the language of my opening sentence, and with all due respects, I repeat, 'I hope you're satisfied'!"
Then quite contented both in fancy and in fact he settled down to kill time and cure patients until Friday.
But the intervening days it seemed were not to be bereft entirely of sensations either confusing or bizarre.
On Wednesday night he heard from Mrs. Tome Gallien. And by telegram. 77
"Bungler!" wired Mrs. Tome Gallien. "What in creation have you done? The adventure intended for you does not arrive till Saturday, office, four o'clock."
The message happened to be delivered in writing this time, a flaunting yellow page, and, still clutching it tight by one twittering corner, the Young Doctor dropped down into the first chair he could reach, and with his chin dropped low like an old man's on his breast sat staring for an interminable time into his glowing fire.
Then quite suddenly at nine o'clock, with the funny new smile that he seemed to have acquired somewhere recently, he walked over to his telephone, fumbled a minute with the directory, experimented at least two minutes with Central's temper, located Miss Solvei Kjelland, and addressed her in his most formal manner.
"Miss Solvei Kjelland?" he questioned.
"S-o," said the familiar voice at the other end of the wire.