AND ONLY THE MASTER
SHALL PRAISE US,
AND ONLY THE MASTER
SHALL BLAME US‘My dear Mrs. Kipling, consider the strains to which you have been subject over recent years. Nervous exhaustion is only to be expected. A fortnight of complete calm with no domestic worries, the care of a nurse and regular massage are what is required.’ Sir Charles Ogilvy, the leading specialist, shook his head sympathetically.
She slumped back against the unyielding chair. Permission. The shelves of books which lined the consulting room appeared to waver and swim. She reached for a handkerchief, and tried to pay attention as Sir Charles elaborated. The doctors had finally decided that her wretched spirits were not after all caused by inflammation of the womb, their initial diagnosis. Her increasing stoutness was n
