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Cuss
,
the
general
practitioner
,
was
devoured
by
curiosity
.
The
bandages
excited
his
professional
interest
,
the
report
of
the
thousand
and
one
bottles
aroused
his
jealous
regard
.
All
through
April
and
May
he
coveted
an
opportunity
of
talking
to
the
stranger
,
and
at
last
,
towards
Whitsuntide
,
he
could
stand
it
no
longer
,
but
hit
upon
the
subscription-list
for
a
village
nurse
as
an
excuse
.
He
was
surprised
to
find
that
Mr.
Hall
did
not
know
his
guest
's
name
.
"
He
give
a
name
,
"
said
Mrs.
Hall
--
an
assertion
which
was
quite
unfounded
--
"
but
I
did
n't
rightly
hear
it
.
"
She
thought
it
seemed
so
silly
not
to
know
the
man
's
name
.
Cuss
rapped
at
the
parlour
door
and
entered
.
There
was
a
fairly
audible
imprecation
from
within
.
"
Pardon
my
intrusion
,
"
said
Cuss
,
and
then
the
door
closed
and
cut
Mrs.
Hall
off
from
the
rest
of
the
conversation
.
She
could
hear
the
murmur
of
voices
for
the
next
ten
minutes
,
then
a
cry
of
surprise
,
a
stirring
of
feet
,
a
chair
flung
aside
,
a
bark
of
laughter
,
quick
steps
to
the
door
,
and
Cuss
appeared
,
his
face
white
,
his
eyes
staring
over
his
shoulder
.
He
left
the
door
open
behind
him
,
and
without
looking
at
her
strode
across
the
hall
and
went
down
the
steps
,
and
she
heard
his
feet
hurrying
along
the
road
.
He
carried
his
hat
in
his
hand
.
She
stood
behind
the
door
,
looking
at
the
open
door
of
the
parlour
.
Then
she
heard
the
stranger
laughing
quietly
,
and
then
his
footsteps
came
across
the
room
.
She
could
not
see
his
face
where
she
stood
.
The
parlour
door
slammed
,
and
the
place
was
silent
again
.
Cuss
went
straight
up
the
village
to
Bunting
the
vicar
.
"
Am
I
mad
?
"
Cuss
began
abruptly
,
as
he
entered
the
shabby
little
study
.
"
Do
I
look
like
an
insane
person
?
"
"
What
's
happened
?
"
said
the
vicar
,
putting
the
ammonite
on
the
loose
sheets
of
his
forth-coming
sermon
.
"
That
chap
at
the
inn
--
"
"
Well
?
"
"
Give
me
something
to
drink
,
"
said
Cuss
,
and
he
sat
down
.
When
his
nerves
had
been
steadied
by
a
glass
of
cheap
sherry
--
the
only
drink
the
good
vicar
had
available
--
he
told
him
of
the
interview
he
had
just
had
.
"
Went
in
,
"
he
gasped
,
"
and
began
to
demand
a
subscription
for
that
Nurse
Fund
.
He
'd
stuck
his
hands
in
his
pockets
as
I
came
in
,
and
he
sat
down
lumpily
in
his
chair
.
Sniffed
.
I
told
him
I
'd
heard
he
took
an
interest
in
scientific
things
.
He
said
yes
.
Sniffed
again
.
Kept
on
sniffing
all
the
time
;
evidently
recently
caught
an
infernal
cold
.
No
wonder
,
wrapped
up
like
that
!
I
developed
the
nurse
idea
,
and
all
the
while
kept
my
eyes
open
.
Bottles
--
chemicals
--
everywhere
.
Balance
,
test-tubes
in
stands
,
and
a
smell
of
--
evening
primrose
.
Would
he
subscribe
?
Said
he
'd
consider
it
.
Asked
him
,
point-blank
,
was
he
researching
.
Said
he
was
.
A
long
research
?
Got
quite
cross
.
'
A
damnable
long
research
,
'
said
he
,
blowing
the
cork
out
,
so
to
speak
.
