“I was afraid it might be the Dean,” said Miss Briggs.
“No, said Harriet, “so far I have held my hand. How is the patient?”
“Not too good,” said Miss Briggs.
“Ah. ‘His lordship has drunk his bath and gone to bed again.’ That’s about it, I suppose.” She strode across to the bed and looked down at Miss Cattermole, who opened her eyes with a groan. They were large, light, hazel eyes, set in a plump face that ought to have been of a pleasant rose-leaf pink. A quantity of fluffy brown hair tumbled damply about her brow, adding to the general impression of an Angora rabbit that had gone on the loose and was astonished at the result.
“Feeling bloody?” inquired Harriet, with sympathy.
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“I was afraid it might be the Dean,” said Miss Briggs.
“No, said Harriet, “so far I have held my hand. How is the patient?”
“Not too good,” said Miss Briggs.
“Ah. ‘His lordship has drunk his bath and gone to bed again.’ That’s about it, I suppose.” She strode across to the bed and looked down at Miss Cattermole, who opened her eyes with a groan. They were large, light, hazel eyes, set in a plump face that ought to have been of a pleasant rose-leaf pink. A quantity of fluffy brown hair tumbled damply about her brow, adding to the general impression of an Angora rabbit that had gone on the loose and was astonished at the result.
“Feeling bloody?” inquired Harriet, with sympathy.