“Stop!” I burst out, my cheeks one flame and the hot tears of tired-out nerves and pent-up anger springing to my eyes. “Be kind enough to understand that for your interests as a physician I don’t care one straw!”
The Doctor turned and laid his hand gently on mine, looking down at me with a smile which levelled all my fortifications.
“Of course you don’t,” he said. “But as a man—you surely must have seen by this time how badly I need a wife! Won’t you come home and take command of my front yard?”
Ruth Huntington Sessions.
XXI
A GENTLE MANIAC.
A STUDY IN LOVE AND INSANITY.