"I didn't come here to talk of new shades of pink, or your brunette
style, either. Excuse me for trespassing on your valuable time, and
permit me to wish you good-evening."
"Good-evening, cousin mine," Mme. Blanche responded, sweetly. "Come
to-morrow, and we'll have another little chat. By the bye, how long do
you expect to remain in the city?"
"Until I have engaged an attendant," answered the doctor, rather
sulkily.
"Ah! and that will be day after to-morrow, at furthest. You will find
dozens of applicants. Well, by-bye. Come again soon. I shall be anxious
always for your success."
Dr. Oleander departed. His practice was extensive, and he had hosts of
neglected patients to attend to.
Mrs. Walraven saw nothing of him all next day; but in the evening of the
succeeding day, and just as she was getting very uneasy, Dr. Oleander
entered, pale and fagged.
Dr. Oleander had spent a most harassing afternoon, his office besieged
with applicants for that advertised situation. The number of incapables
that thought themselves capable, and the number of capables who flatly
declined the moment they heard they were to go down into the country,
might have worn out the patience of a more patient man.
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