XV
‘What is it you are giving up?’ demanded Rosemary, facing d**k earnestly in the taxi.
‘Nothing of importance.’
‘Are you a scientist?’
‘I’m a doctor of medicine.’
‘Oh-h!’ she smiled delightedly. ‘My father was a doctor too. Then why don’t you.’ she stopped.
‘There’s no mystery. I didn’t disgrace myself at the height of my career, and hide away on the Riviera. I’m just not practising. You can’t tell, I’ll probably practise again some day.’
Rosemary put up her face quietly to be kissed. He looked at her for a moment as if he didn’t understand. Then holding her in the hollow of his arm he rubbed his cheek against her cheek’s softness, and then looked down at her for another long moment.
‘Such a lovely child,’ he said gravely.
She smiled up at him; her hands playing conventionally w
