“No . . . I’m afraid we weren’t. She didn’t give us time.”
“Two doctors in the house! Think of that!” said Miss Hetty Latham, whose conversation habitually ran from one note of exclamation to another. “Imagine how safe we feel, Rosie!”
And Rosie surveyed Edwin seriously.
“Aren’t you awfully young?”
“I suppose I am rather. I’m not qualified yet. But I expect to be next week.”
“Then you must be awfully clever too—”
“What on earth are we all doing talking here in the passage? Come along in and have a cup of tea,” said Miss Latham boisterously.
“As you two are such great friends already, I suppose it’s waste of time introducing you.”
“Really—” Edwin protested.
“Very well, then. Dr. Ingleby: Miss Rosie Beaucaire. I never get the order right. You can take it or leave it. May he come to tea with us, Rosie?”