"Huh? What? College? No, I never went. I learned from the fellow."
Trina rolled down her sleeves. She was a little paler than usual. She fastened the buttons into the cuffs and said:
"But do you know you can't practise unless you're graduated from a college? You haven't the right to call yourself, 'doctor.'"
McTeague stared a moment; then:
"Why, I've been practising ten years. More — nearly twelve."
"But it's the law."
"What's the law?"
"That you can't practise, or call yourself doctor, unless you've got a diploma."
"What's that — a diploma?"
"I don't know exactly. It's a kind of paper that — that — oh, Mac, we're ruined." Trina's voice rose to a cry.