She smiled and asked him whether her delicacy was an additional charm.
“Well, yes, in a way it is. I can always bring you round. I want you to go on letting me be your doctor. You hardly had that pain a minute tonight. It is angina, you know, genuine angina pectoris, and I can do no end of things for it.”
“You don’t mean I must always have these pains, that they will grow worse?” She grew pale and he saw he had made a mistake, hastening to reassure her.
“You’ve only got to live quietly, take things easily.”
“Oh, that will be all right. When I am married everything will be easy,” she said almost complacently. And then in plaintive explanation or apology added, “I bear pain so badly.”
“And I may go on doctoring you?”
“I don’t suppose I shall send to Pineland if I should feel not quite well,” she answered seriously. “We are going to live in London.”
“I’ll come up to London. There is no difficulty about that. I’ve started reading for my M.D. I can get back to my old hospital.” She rallied him a little and then sent him away.
“I shall expect to hear you are house physician when I return from my honeymoon!”
“May I come up in the morning? I want to hear that attack has not recurred.”