lassitude of the will. He was tired--tired--tired. . . .<strong>Chapter</strong> IVin the dining room of the flat above the consulting room, Gerda Christow was staringat a joint of mutton. Should she or should she not send it back to the kitchen to bekept warm? If John was going to be much longer it would be cold--congealed, andthat would be dreadful . . . But, on the other hand, the last patient had gone,John would be up in a moment, if she sent it back there would be delay-- John was soimpatient. "But surely you knew I was just coming ..." <strong>The</strong>re wouldbe that tone of suppressed exasperation in his voice that she knew and dreaded. Besides,it would get overcooked, dried up-- John hated overcooked meat. But on the otherhand he disliked cold food very much indeed. <strong>At</strong> any rate the dish was nice and hot. . . Her mind oscillated to and fro and her sense of misery and anxiety deepened.<strong>The</strong> whole world had shrunk to a leg of mutton getting cold on a dish. On the otherside of the table her son Terence, aged twelve, said: "Boracic salts burn with agreen flame, sodium salts are yellow." Gerda looked distractedly across the table athis square freckled face. She had no idea what he was talking about. "Did youknow that. Mother?""Know what, dear?" "About salts." Gerda's eyes flew distractedly to the saltcellar. Yes, salt and pepper were on the table. That was all right. Last week Lewis hadforgotten them and that had annoyed John. <strong>The</strong>re was always something . . . "It'sone of the chemical tests," said Terence in a dreamy voice. "Jolly interesting, /think." Zena, aged nine, with a pretty, vacuous face, whimpered: "I want mydinner. Can't we start, Mother?" "In a minute, dear; we must wait for Father.""We could start," said Terence. "Father wouldn't mind. You know how fast he eats."
Gerda shook her head.Carve the mutton? But she never could remember which was the right side toplunge the knife in. Of course, perhaps Lewis had put it the right way on thedish--but sometimes she didn't--and John was always annoyed if it was done thewrong way. And, Gerda reflected desperately, it always was the wrong way when she did it.Oh, dear, how cold the gravy was getting--a skin was forming on the top of it--shemust send it back--but then if John were just coming-- and surely he would becoming now-- Her mind went round and round unhappily . . . like a trappedanimal. Sitting back in his consulting room chair, tapping with one hand on the tablein front of him, conscious that upstairs lunch must be ready, John Christow wasnevertheless unable to force himself to get up ... San Miguel . . . blue sea . . . smellof mimosa . . . a scarlet tritomaupright against green leaves . . . the hot sun . . . the dust . . . that desperation of loveand suffering . . . He thought. Oh, God, not that. Never that again! That's over . . .1 He wished suddenly that he had never known Veronica, never married Gerda, nevermet Henrietta . . . Mrs. Crabtree, he thought, was worth the lot of them . . . Thathad been a bad afternoon last week. He'd been so pleased with the reactions. Shecould stand .005 by now. And then had come that alarming rise in toxicity and theD.L. reaction had been negative instead of positive. <strong>The</strong> old bean had lain there,blue, gasping for breath--peering up at him with malicious, indomitable eyes."Making a bit of a guinea pig out of me, ain't you, dearie? Experimenting--thatkinder thing." "We want to get you well," he had said, smiling down at her. "Upto your tricks, yer mean!" She had grinned suddenly. "I don't mind, bless yer.You carry on, doctor! Someone's got to be first, that's it, ain't it? 'Ad me 'air permed, Idid, when I was a kid. It wasn't 'alf a difficult business then! Looked like a nigger, Idid. Couldn't get a comb through it. But there--I enjoyed the fun. You can 'ave yerfun with me. I can stand it." "Feel pretty bad, don't you?" His hand Ai-i wason her pulse. Vitality passed from him to the panting old woman on the bed."Orful, I feel. You're about right! 'Asn't gone according to plan--that's it, isn't it?Never you mind. Don't you lose 'eart. I can stand a lot, I can!"John Christow said appreciatively: "You're fine. I wish all my patients werelike you." "I wanter get well . . . that's why! I wanter get well. . . Mum, she lived tobe eightyeight--and old grandma was ninety when she popped off. We're longlivers in our family, we are." He had come away miserable, racked with doubt anduncertainty. He'd been so sure he was on the right track. Where had he gonewrong? How diminish the toxicity and keep up the hormone content and at the sametime neutralize the pantratin . . . He'd been too cock-sure--he'd taken it forgranted that he'd circumvented all the snags. And it was then, on the steps of St.Christopher's, that a sudden desperate wearinesshad overcome him--a hatred of all this long, slow, wearisome clinical work, and he'dthought of Henrietta. Thought of her suddenly, not as herself, but of her beauty and
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