Condemned to inaction for the present, Lady Harry's maid walked
irritably up and down the conservatory, forgetting the flowers. Through
the open back door of the cottage the cheap clock in the hall poured
its harsh little volume of sound, striking the hour. "I wonder," she
said to herself, "if those two wicked ones have found their way to a
hospital yet?" That guess happened to have hit the mark. The two wicked
ones were really approaching a hospital, well known to the doctor by
more previous visits than one. At the door they were met by a French
physician, attached to the institution--the writer of the letter which
had reached Mr. Vimpany in the morning.
This gentleman led the way to the official department of the hospital,
and introduced the two foreigners to the French authorities assembled
for the transaction of business.
As a medical man, Mr. Vimpany's claims to general respect and
confidence were carefully presented. He was a member of the English
College of Surgeons; he was the friend, as well as the colleague of the
famous President of that College, who had introduced him to the chief
surgeon of the Hotel Dieu. Other introductions to illustrious medical
persons in Paris had naturally followed.
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