“It’s only a bad cold,” said Miss Sparling at length, charitably breaking the ice, “but Mrs. Belton thought it would be better to have me looked at. I was going to have inoculations, but Dr. Perry is away.”
“I could easily inoculate you myself,” said Dr. Morgan without interest, “but you’d probably be better without. Your type of cold is very common among over-educated women in a very feminine atmosphere. In co-educational schools you don’t get them. I do not as yet attempt to explain this, but I have my theories.”
She then fell silent and staring.
“Perhaps you would like to examine my chest or take my temperature,” said Miss Sparling, annoyed, bored, and assuming something of her headmistress voice.
Dr. Morgan seemed to think this was a good idea and took Miss Sparling’s temperature w
