"
He basked in that.
"There are some patients--oh, I have wanted to salt their coffee and
pepper their cereal. You have no idea of the temptations which come to
a nurse."
"Are you fond of it--nursing?"
"Yes. It is nice in a place like this--and at Dr. McKenzie's. But
there are some houses that are awful, with everybody quarrelling, the
children squalling--. I hate that. I want to be comfortable. I like
your thick carpets here, and the quiet, and the good service. And the
good things to eat, and the little taste of wine that we take
together." Her low laugh delighted him.
"The wine? You are going to drink another glass with me before I go to
sleep."
"Yes. But it is our secret. Dr. McKenzie would kill me if he knew,
and a nurse must obey orders."
"He need never know. And it won't hurt me."
"Of course not. But he has ideas on the subject."
"May I have it now?"
"Wait until Bronson goes to bed."
"Bronson has nothing to do with it. A servant has neither ears nor
eyes."
"It might embarrass him if the Doctor asked him. And why should you
make him lie?"
Bronson, pottering in, presently, was told that he would not be needed.
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