"If you mean the onion--" "I don't!" she snapped; "and I wish you wouldn't talk such a parcel of nonsense.

A grown man and a member of a serious profession, too! You ought to know better." "I suppose I ought," I said reflectively.

And she continued: "I called in at the surgery just now." "To see me ?" "What else should I come for?
Do you suppose that I called to consult the bottle-boy ?" "Certainly not, Miss Oman.

So you find the lady doctor no use, after all ?" Miss Oman gnashed her teeth at me (and very fine teeth they were, too).
"I called," she said majestically, "on behalf of Miss Bellingham." My facetiousness evaporated instantly.

"I hope Miss Bellingham is not ill," I said with a sudden anxiety that elicited a sardonic smile from Miss Oman.
"No," was the reply, "she is not ill, but she has cut her hand rather badly.