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"Of course," said Mrs. Morel.<br />

Paul sat down <strong>and</strong> told her about Blackpool. She was curious.<br />

A day or two after, he went to see Dr. Jameson in Nottingham,<br />

to arrange for a consultation. Paul had practically no money in<br />

the world. But he could borrow.<br />

His mother had been used to go to the public consultation on<br />

Saturday morning, when she could see the doctor for only a nominal sum.<br />

Her son went on the same day. The waiting-room was full of poor women,<br />

who sat patiently on a bench around the wall. Paul thought of<br />

his mother, in her little black costume, sitting waiting likewise.<br />

The doctor was late. The women all looked rather frightened.<br />

Paul asked the nurse in attendance if he could see the doctor<br />

immediately he came. It was arranged so. The women sitting<br />

patiently round the walls of the room eyed the young man curiously.<br />

At last the doctor came. He was about forty,<br />

good-looking, brown-skinned. His wife had died, <strong>and</strong> he,<br />

who had loved her, had specialised on women's ailments.<br />

Paul told his name <strong>and</strong> his mother's. The doctor did not remember.<br />

"Number forty-six M.," said the nurse; <strong>and</strong> the doctor looked<br />

up the case in his book.<br />

"There is a big lump that may be a tumour," said Paul.<br />

"But Dr. Ansell was going to write you a letter."<br />

"Ah, yes!" replied the doctor, drawing the letter from<br />

his pocket. He was very friendly, affable, busy, kind. He would<br />

come to Sheffield the next day.<br />

"What is your father?" he asked.<br />

"He is a coal-miner," replied Paul.<br />

"Not very well off, I suppose?"<br />

"This--I see after this," said Paul.<br />

"And you?" smiled the doctor.<br />

"I am a clerk in Jordan's Appliance Factory."<br />

The doctor smiled at him.<br />

"Er--to go to Sheffield!" he said, putting the tips of his<br />

fingers together, <strong>and</strong> smiling with his eyes. "Eight guineas?"<br />

"Thank you!" said Paul, flushing <strong>and</strong> rising. "And you'll<br />

come to-morrow?"<br />

"To-morrow--Sunday? Yes! Can you tell me about what time there<br />

is a train in the afternoon?"<br />

"There is a Central gets in at four-fifteen."<br />

"And will there be any way of getting up to the house?

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