“Thank your stars. Nice thing to be under the doctor’s hands. Hard, isn’t it? Regular piece of tyranny.”
“Oh, you’ll soon get over that, Mr Gartram. Temporary trouble.”
“Ah, I don’t know, my lad. Here, that’s more than usual, isn’t it, Sarah?”
“No, sir. Exactly the quantity.”
“Humph! Bah! Horrible!”
He had gulped the medicine down, and thrust the glass back on the tray.
“There, take it away,” he said.
The woman looked at him furtively, and slowly left the room.
“How I do hate to see a nurse in black,” exclaimed Gartram impatiently. “When a man’s ill, the woman who attends upon him ought to look bright and cheerful. That woman always gives me a chill.”
“Why not make her dress differently?”