“I might have an operation, and see what’s wrong with it,” he answered playfully.
Suddenly she shivered. “I’ve had enough of operations to last me awhile,” she rejoined. “I thought I could stand anything, but your operation on Mr. Crozier taught me a lesson. I’d never be a doctor’s wife if I had to help him cut up human beings.”
“I’ll remember that,” the Young Doctor replied mockingly.
“But if it would help put things on a right basis, I’d make a bargain that I wasn’t to help do the carving,” she rejoined wickedly. The Young Doctor always incited her to say daring things. They understood each other well. “So don’t let that stand in the way,” she added slyly.
“The man who marries you will be glad to get you without the anatomy,” he returned gallantly.
“I wasn’t talking of a man; I was talking of a doctor.”
He threw up a hand and his eyebrows. “Isn’t a doctor a man?”
“Those I’ve seen have been mostly fish.”
“No feelings—eh?”
She looked him in the eyes, and he felt a kind of shiver go through him. “Not enough to notice. I never observed you had any,” she replied. “If I saw that you had, I’d be so frightened I’d fly. I’ve seen pictures of an excited whale turning a boat full of men over. No, I couldn’t bear to see you show any feeling.”