I had no fear of showing Evelyn my abode, for my New Town house was everything that a woman could desire. On the corner of George Street and Hanover Street, it had a basement for the servants, a ground floor in which Evelyn decided I should have my surgery and an upper floor in which we would live after our marriage. Even better, in Evelyn’s opinion, we were only a short walk from Queen Street and her parents’ house.
As soon as I had stepped in the door, I had felt as if I belonged. I felt that I was coming back to myself, which made no sense at all to the rational, scientific side of my brain, while my old, misunderstood, irrational side danced for joy in some primitive fashion.
With such a prestigious address, and Evelyn pushing all her parents’ friends towards me, my list of patients
