These
doctors,... well, there....
"Stripped? Now, let's have a look at you."
The doctor examined him carefully. Perhaps that varicose vein would
surprise him after all. He'd walked two miles and it ought to be ... not
that he wanted it to be; but if it was--well, it was only fair they should
know.
"What did you say your age was?"
"Thirty-eight, sir."
"Thirty-eight! Thirty-eight ... um ... Come here, Jeffkins."
Jeffkins came from the window and joined his colleague, and together the
two doctors took stock of Victor. They were taking no notice of his leg.
Well, it was their look out. He wouldn't be to blame if he broke down.
"You can dress." And the two doctors went to the window and consulted in
low tones.
Then the first came back.
"Well, my man, it won't do," he said. "We like your spirit.... Very
creditable, very creditable indeed. But (laughing) thirty-eight! Come,
come."
Light was breaking in on Victor. Was he really being rejected?... And
because he was too old?... Oh, the scandal, the shame.
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