"
"Well, well," said he, laughing, "we are driving to
the house where I usually live. It suits us very well,
though I have not been able to get all the rooms
furnished yet. Then I have a little farm of a few
hundred acres just outside the city. It is a pleasant
place for the week ends, and we send the nurse and the
child----"
"My dear chap, I did not know that you had started a
family!"
"Yes, it's an infernal nuisance; but still the
fact remains. We get our butter and things from the
farm. Then, of course, I have my house of business in
the heart of the city."
"Consulting and waiting room, I suppose?"
He looked at me with a sort of half vexed, half
amused expression. "You cannot rise to a situation,
Munro," said he. "I never met a fellow with such a
stodgy imagination. I'd trust you to describe a thing
when you have seen it, but never to build up an idea of
it beforehand."
"What's the trouble now?" I asked.
"Well, I have written to you about my practice, and
I've wired to you about it, and here you sit asking me if
I work it in two rooms. I'll have to hire the market
square before I've finished, and then I won't have space
to wag my elbows. Can your imagination rise to a great
house with people waiting in every room, jammed in as
tight as they'll fit, and two layers of them squatting in
the cellar? Well, that's my house of business on an
average day.
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