'
'Oh, I don't think I should go so far as that.'
'But that's just what you want--a regular change, something
bracing. You don't look at all well, that's the fact. A winter in
London tries any man--it does me, I know. I've been seedy myself
these last few weeks. Edith wants me to take her over to Paris at
the end of this month, and I think it isn't a bad idea; but I'm
so confoundedly busy. In the autumn we shall go to Norway, I
think; it seems to be the right thing to do nowadays. Why
shouldn't you have a run over to Norway? They say it can be done
very cheaply; the steamers take you for next to nothing.'
He talked on with the joyous satisfaction of a man whose income
is assured, and whose future teems with a succession of lively
holidays. Reardon could make no answer to such suggestions; he
sat with a fixed smile on his face.
'Have you heard,' said Carter, presently, 'that we're opening a
branch of the hospital in the City Road?'
'No; I hadn't heard of it.'
'It'll only be for out-patients. Open three mornings and three
evenings alternately.
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