I heard a noise in the room adjoining, listened impatiently, and then took the amulet in my hand and examined the stone. It bore a finely worked head of Apollo.
A carriage stopped before the house. A carriage? Then Philip must have a good practise. Strange—I could imagine that he would be more apt to explain to his patients that all medical theory was a swindle anyhow—
A shout of rejoicing came from the corridor: “Oh, but that’s great! But, dearest, why didn’t you—”
“I did not think it was right—without you.”
“Little goosie! Dearest little goosie!”
Then followed a storm of kisses, interrupted by a reproach: “Oh, Philip, she can hear everything.”
“Of course she can! Let her!” he cried happily, tore the door open, and pushed a pretty little blond, doll-like creature before him into the room.
“There—there you are! You must love each other, you two!”
His delicate, scholarly face shone in purest joy. The young wife held out her hand to me and told me that she was very happy to make my acquaintance, Philip had told her so much about me.
And yet she kept me waiting for half an hour!