"Or you might adopt the Chinese system,—salary the doctor, and stop his pay when you get ill."
Mona laughed. "The fact is, the public have not begun to realise yet how medicine is specialised, and most doctors are afraid to tell them."
There was a few minutes' silence.
"Edgar Davidson took me over St Kunigonde's yesterday," said Lucy presently.
"Who is Edgar Davidson?"
"I wish somebody would prescribe for your memory, Mona. Believe me, the moment has come, when your jog-trot, common-sense adviser"—she bowed—"suggests a specialist. Don't you remember the boy we met at Monte Carlo?"
"Oh yes, to be sure."
"He is developing a very wholesome admiration for me."
"I thought boy-worshippers were the special appanage of middle-aged women, like myself!"
"He is not such a boy, after all," said Lucy, colouring slightly. "And all his worship is reserved for a wonderful fellow-student of his, whom he introduced to me yesterday—Dr Dudley."