"
"Ah! ... But, George, don't you want a practice of your own? You don't
want to be another man's assistant, do you?"
George laughed. "I can't choose, Margi. You know, if you imagine there
are solid groups of people all over England anxiously praying for the
arrival of a doctor, you must adjust that impression, as your father
would say. These things have to be bought. I've got about three
pounds, so I'm not bidding. They seldom go so cheap."
Margaret never bantered. She had no battledore light enough to return
an airy shuttlecock. Now, as always, when this plaything came
buoyantly towards her she swiped it with heavy force clean out of the
conversational field.
She said gravely: "Ah, I know what you mean. You mean that father
ought to buy you a practice--ought to set you up when you are
qualified. I can't discuss that, can I? It wouldn't be loyal."
"Of course not. I don't ask you."
They moved towards the sound of the breakfast bell.
"You think," Margaret continued, "that father ought to buy you a
practice because your mother left him money for the purpose?"
"I know she left him nearly five thousand pounds for my education and
all that. I think I may have cost him three thousand, possibly four--
_so_ I think I am entitled to something, _but_ I shan't get it,
_therefore_ I don't worry.
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