"
"I didn't send for you to pay compliments, Doctor Oleander," said Mrs.
Walraven, smiling graciously, all the same. "See if that door is shut
fast, please, and come and sit here beside me. I've something very
serious to say to you."
Dr. Oleander did as directed, and took a seat beside the lady.
"Your husband won't happen in, will he, Blanche? Because he might be
jealous, you know, at this close proximity; and your black-a-vised men
of unknown antecedents are generally the very dickens when they fall a
prey to the green-eyed monster."
"Pshaw! are you not my cousin and my medical adviser? Don't be absurd,
Guy. Mr. Walraven troubles himself very little about me, one way or
other. I might hold a levee of my gentlemen friends here, week in and
week out, for all he would know or care."
"Ah! post-nuptial bliss. I thought marriage, in his case, would be a
safe antidote for love. All right, Blanche. Push ahead. What's your
business? Time is precious this morning. Hosts of patients on hand, and
an interesting case of leprosy up at Bellevue."
"I don't want to know your medical horrors," said Mrs.
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