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doctors, but no one has ever dared to speak to
me about discipline.”
“That is the very reason why you have been
obliged to consult so many.”
“Do you know what he said to my
mother-in-law?” rejoined the Baroness. “He said in
a very angry voice that if she didn’t obey him,
he would go away and never come back, even if
she had colitis! I heard it myself from the
drawing-room and when I rushed in I thought
the Marquise was going to have a fit. You
know I am recommending you to all my friends,
but don’t take it amiss if I tell you that you
Swedes are much too rough-handed for us Latin
people. I have been told by more than one of
your patients that your bed-side manners are
deplorable. We are not accustomed to be ordered
about like school-children.”
“Why don’t you try to be a little more
amiable?” smiled the Countess enjoying the fun
immensely.
“I will try.”
“Tell us a story,” said the Baroness, as we
were sitting in the drawing-room after dinner.
“You doctors come across so many odd people
and are mixed up in so many strange situations.
You know more of real life than anybody else,
I am sure you have a lot to tell us if you
want to.”
“Perhaps you are right, but we are not
supposed to talk about our patients, and as to real
life, I am afraid I am too young to know much
about it.”
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