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“An immensely long letter!

“Good-bye, my son. I hope that your studies in French methods of surgery will have added to your wisdom. Your industry edifies me, and I am sure that you will eventually be a baronet and the president of the Royal College of Surgeons; and you shall relieve royal persons of their vermiform appendix.

“Yours ever,

Frank Hurrell.”


Arthur, having read this letter twice, put it in an envelope, and left it without comment for Miss Boyd. Her answer came within a couple of hours:

“I’ve asked him to tea on Wednesday, and I can’t put him off. You must come and help us; but please be as polite to him as if, like most of us, he had only taken mental liberties with the Ten Commandments.”