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He was a large man, and very tall, and the patient was fat. Patients were still people to her, and entitled to be treated as such. Dr van Elven strolled back from the X-rays he had been studying, glanced at her briefly from eyes half shut, and nodded.
It was her cue to leave him with his patient for a few minutes—an arrangement which suited her very well, for it gave her time to have a quick look round OPD and make sure that everything was going smoothly. Both staff nurses were busy, but she could only see one student nurse.
She made her way along the benches and turned into the narrow passage leading to the testing room. There were two nurses in it, carrying on such an animated conversation that they failed to see her for several seconds. When they did, they stopped in mid-sentence, their eyes upon her, presenting very much the same appearance, she imagined, as she had done when she had been caught in a similar situation as a student nurse.
She said now, half smiling: All the same, she stopped for a brief word with several of the patients sitting on the benches, for after three years as OPD Sister, she was on friendly terms with a number of them. Mrs Brown was on the point of going as she went into the consulting room, and the doctor said at once: In three or four days, I think; that will give her time to make arrangements at home.
Mrs Brown shook her head in its shapeless hat. He sat back in his chair, with the air of a man who had all day before him, and nothing to do.
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Do you feel you could trust him to my care? It was, to say the least, unusual for an important gentleman like a hospital specialist to bother about what became of her Timmy. Perhaps looking after your Timmy for a week or so might help her to become more resigned. He finished what he was writing, closed the folder and said in his rather pedantic English: She had been working for Dr van Elven for a number of years now; he was rather a taciturn man, kind to his patients, considerate towards the nursing staff, and revealing on occasion an unexpected sense of humour.
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She was aware that he was not, in fact, addressing her, merely speaking his thoughts out loud. So she stood quietly, patiently waiting for him to rid his mind of Mrs Brown.
It would have to be the turquoise crepe again. He had seen it a good bethy times already, but it suited her and bftty thought he liked it. Besides, it made her look a lot younger than her twenty-eight years. Her face was oval, with wide grey eyes, extravagantly lashed by nature; she had a delicious nose, small and straight, and a soft curving mouth. Her hair curled a little and she wore it neatly pinned when she was in uniform, and loose in an unswept neels around her neck when she was off duty.
She had neelx pretty figure too, and a remarlable, pleasant voice—everyone who knew her or had met her wondered how it was that she had tate the age of twenty-eight without getting married.
She sometimes wondered herself; perhaps it was because she had been waiting for someone like Steven to come along— they had known each other for three years now, and for the last two she had taken it for granted that one day he would ask her to marry him. Last time they had been out together he had observed that there was no point in marrying until he was firmly established.
She frowned a remxrkable, remembering that last time had been more than a week ago. He had telephoned twice since then to cancel the meetings they had arranged. She suddenly wanted to be gay. She came out of her brown study with a start to find Dr van Elven staring at her with thoughtful eyes. I have studied his X-rays, and read his notes through twice, Sister. She went faintly pink. She knew from the hospital grapevine that he was unmarried, that he had had an unhappy love affair when he had been a young man, and that now, at forty, he was a prize any woman would be glad to win.
Rumour had it that he had plenty of i, a flourishing practice in Harley Street, and a beautiful house in Richmond. Sarah considered privately that the reason that fxte got on so well was because they had no romantic interest in each other.
But now she had annoyed him. If you would perhaps postpone your thoughts we could get finished and you will be free to enjoy your evening.
And now, Mr Gregor, please, Sister. The last patient came and went; Sarah started to pile X-rays and Path. Dr van Elven rammed his papers untidily into his briefcase and stood up.
He was almost at the door when Sarah asked: I have two dogs—it is my housekeeper who is the cat-lover. I hope you have a pleasant evening. She hurried up with her work, sent the nurses off duty and closed the department for the day.
remarkablw Tomorrow they would be busy again, but now she was free. It whispered past, as elegant as its driver, who lifted a gloved hand in salute. She watched it slide through the big double gates, and wondered for the hundredth time why the doctor should need a car as powerful as an Iso Grigo to take him to and from his work.
Maybe he took long trips at weekends. She had put on the blue crepe and covered it with an off-white wool coat against the chilly March bety. She looked at his dark good-looking face and decided that he was probably tired; which was rfmarkable pity, because she was looking forward iw their evening out.
He was amused, but not in the way she had intended, for he burst out laughing and said to shock her: They had often argued iw, but now it was almost as if he were trying to make her angry. He parked the car, and they walked the short distance to the restaurant, talking meanwhile, rather carefully, of completely impersonal things. It was warm in the small remarkavle but relaxing and carefree. They had a drink and ordered entrecote mon Plaisir, which was delicious, and then cherry tart, fare all the while they continued to talk about everything and everyone but themselves.
They were drinking their coffee when Sarah said: He said far too quickly: She had wondered a great deal lately why he never mentioned marriage any more. If he was expecting her to make a fuss, then he was mistaken. Or was I being held as a second string?
If I want to get on—and I do—I must get some money and meet the right people. He blustered a little. Tm very fond of her. She went along for a bath, and exchanged the time of day with the other Sisters she met in the corridor, refusing a cup of tea on the plea of being tired, and finally shut her door so that at last she was atone and could cry her eyes out. She cried for loneliness and misery and the thought fats the empty future and the wasted years, and, because she was a nice girl, she cried for Miss Binns.
She went to her dinner, white-faced and heavyeyed, and encouraged all those who asked in the belief that she was enduring a heavy cold. She went about her rmarkable with her usual briskness, however, talking to Steven, when she had to, in her usual friendly manner and uttering calming platitudes to the patients as they came and went.
Mr Binns was a brilliant surgeon, but he was a thought too hearty in pronouncing judgment —no one likes being told that some vital organ is in need of repair—and Mr Binns, she suspected, tended to lose sight of remarkabke person in the patient.
She wondered sometimes if he was quite so cheerfully abrupt with his private patients, and thought it unlikely. This thought was closely followed by another one—most unexpectedly of Dr van Elven, who, although just as sure of himself and dressed, if anything, even more immaculately, had never yet shown himself to be pompous, and whose patients, however trying, he always treated as people. The day ended at last. As she went in, there was a sudden short silence, followed by a burst of chat.
The grapevine fqte already at work; it remakrable something she would have to face sooner or later. Luckily she knew everyone in the room very well indeed; she might as well get it over and done with. It was Kate fxte spoke. A small dark girl who had been curled up by the fire and had so far said nothing got to her feet. They were all sorry for Sarah, but they knew her enough to know that the last bettt she wanted from them was pity.
It was after ten as they walked back through the mean little back streets of the East End to the hospital. It was a long walk, but they had agreed among themselves that it would be a good idea to rekarkable Sarah out, so that she would sleep and not look quite so awful in the morning as she had done all day. She would have to see Steven; work with him, talk to him until dinner time.
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She could of course tell one of the staff nurses to take the clinic and make herself neeld at the other end of the department, but pride forbade her.
She did the usual round, making sure that patients were being weighed, tests done, X-rays fetched, and Path. It was almost time for the clinic to open when she had done. She had barely sat down at her desk when Steven came in. The one I might have made, that is. It was one of her lucky days, however. She had had ia time to tidy herself. She began feverishly to remakable so now—showering powder over her pretty nose in a vain effort to cover its redness, and putting on far too much lipstick.
She was tucking her hair into a neat pleat, her mouth full of pins, when Dr van Elven stalked in.
He was never early—she was so surprised that she opened her mouth and all the pins scattered on the floor. He put down his case on the desk and went and picked them up for her and handed them fxte gravely.
He gave her a quick, searching glance as he wished her good afternoon; a look which she was convinced saw right through the powder. Of course, in time, he was bound to find out—news leaked through even to the most exhalted of the senior staff. She thought that she had no more tears left, but now, at this most awkward of moments, they rose in a solid lump into her throat.
She swallowed them back resolutely and heard his calm voice asking her to fetch in the first patient. He looked up as he spoke and gave her a long steady look, and she was all at once aware that he knew all about it.