“Oh, I'm not throwing a jealous fit,” Stella assured him. “You needn't mind admitting it. I think you're rather the type that can't help making love to girls who aren't actually cross-eyed or hare-Tipped. I shall probably have an awful time with you when we're married.”
“It sounds as though it's I who will have the awful time,” he replied teasingly.
“Well, I must say I shouldn't like it if you got off with anyone else now that you're engaged to me,” admitted Stella.
“I'll watch my step,” he promised, walking over to the bell and setting his finger on it.
Jenner's entrance put an end to the conversation. He brought word of two patients awaiting the doctor in the surgery.
“Who are they?” asked Fielding.
“Young Jones, sir, and Mrs Thomas about her little girl's leg.”
“Oh, well, tell them I don't see patients until two o'clock. Put the clocks back, or something.”
“Very good, sir.”
“Don't think you've got to stay here because of me,” said Stella. “I'm just going anyway.”