"
He took out an envelope to make notes, and a pencil. She felt a little
compunction as she saw his look of keen interest and realized that the
study of medicine was probably the only thing on earth that could take
him out of himself.
"We've to begin at the beginning," he said intently. "It's amazing how
few lay people know even the elements of embryology."
She heard his voice, and all the time she was wondering if she could
write and tell her uncle the truth, asking him to let her and Louis come
and work for him without any pay till they had paid back the fifty
pounds she had borrowed. He had said it was far from civilization. That
was what she needed!
"See?" came Louis's voice, keen and interested, and the words "cells"
and "mulberry-form" floated into her consciousness.
"Yes, I think I will--it's the only way," she said, answering aloud the
silent question.
"I don't believe you've heard a word, you young sinner! You confounded
second-sighted Kelts--one never knows where you are! But next week I'll
give you a written examination. It's not a bit of use swotting a thing
half heartedly."
She dragged herself to attention, reproaching herself for damping his
interest. Things he was saying dropped into her consciousness like heavy
drops of rain falling from the eaves in a light summer shower.
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