"I believe so, though she has not actually told me as much," he
said--"And now about this question of a second opinion, McCabe?"
The easily huffed Irishman accepted the reproof in the best spirit
possible, as confirming his own perspicacity.
"Quite so. Flicked him neatly on the raw, and he winced. All the same
he's a white man, a real jewel of a fellow, worthy of good fortune if the
ball's thrown his way. I wonder how long, by-the-by, this handsome game's
been a-playing?"
With which, as requested, he returned to the rival claims of Harley
Street and Harchester in respect of a consulting physician.
Carteret proved a faithful prophet, for in truth there was nothing to
dread the beloved presence once entered, as Damaris thankfully
registered.
The sun by now topped the hollies and shone into the study, flinging a
bright slanting pathway across the dim crimson, scarlet and blue of the
Turkey carpet. Charles Verity stood, in an open bay of the great window,
looking out over the garden.
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