So he said, for it has been written of old—“Love is blind.”
Chapter Twenty Two.
A Last Effort.
“Corny, I’ve no patience with you,” cried Dr Thorpe, as they sat at dinner in their hotel with a guest that evening—Joe Pacey.
“Not to-night, dear,” she said, with a quiet, grave smile.—“He has very little patience with me when he comes home tired from the hospitals,” she continued, turning to Pacey. “He works too hard.”
“Yes: he does seem a glutton over work; but we must work hard nowadays to succeed.”
“Hah, you are right,” said the young doctor. “It was all very well a hundred years ago. Plenty of medical men went through life then without half the knowledge I possess, while I’m a perfect baby to your big doctors.”
“No, you are not, dear,” said Cornel quietly. “You know that you stand first among our young medical men.”