“Yes, I know I’m a brute. I warn you not to have me, Georgie. I have had a good fright just now, and I’m properly subdued for the moment, but I am bound to break out again. It isn’t safe, is it?”
“I don’t care whether it is safe or not,” and she stooped and kissed him.
“Does that mean that there is to be no more doctoring?”
“Not at all. Did you think you were going to catch me off my guard in a moment of weakness? It means that you agree to my doing what medical work I can, and that I won’t let it come between you and me.”
“That first part is what one might call a cool assumption, but I told you to make your own conditions, and as I said before, I am prepared to accept them abjectly. Do you know, Georgie, that when I was at Rahmat-Ullah it was hinted to me that I might be made assistant political agent when they establish the agency at Iskandarbagh? How would you like that?”
“Dick, it’s too good to be true! It is like a dream. To have you, and my work, and to be able to reach not only Khemistan but my dear Ethiopian women!”
“How do you propose to employ yourself, then?”
“In doctoring the women and children, and teaching where I am allowed.”
“And leaving your house to take care of itself?”
“Yes, of course, and my husband too. It would set such a good example to the Ethiopian women, wouldn’t it?”