“How’s that?”
“I’m no longer at the hospital. I had to give it up eighteen months ago.”
“You are changeable. You don’t seem as if you could stick to anything.”
Philip was silent for another moment, and when he went on it was with coldness.
“I lost the little money I had in an unlucky speculation and I couldn’t afford to go on with the medical. I had to earn my living as best I could.”
“What are you doing then?”
“I’m in a shop.”
“Oh!”
She gave him a quick glance and turned her eyes away at once. He thought that she reddened. She dabbed her palms nervously with the handkerchief.
“You’ve not forgotten all your doctoring, have you?” She jerked the words out quite oddly.