It was to be a morning of excitements. As he was leaving an hour or so later, Whacker, the younger of the other two physicians, joined him--an unprecedented condescension this, for hitherto neither of them had addressed him beyond an occasional and surly “good-day!”
“If you are for Colonel Bishop's, I'll walk with you a little way, Doctor Blood,” said he. He was a short, broad man of five-and-forty with pendulous cheeks and hard blue eyes.
Peter Blood was startled. But he dissembled it.
“I am for Government House,” said he.
“Ah! To be sure! The Governor's lady.” And he laughed; or perhaps he sneered. Peter Blood was not quite certain. “She encroaches a deal upon your time, I hear. Youth and good looks, Doctor Blood! Youth and good looks! They are inestimable advantages in our professio
