The Doctor's Girl. Бетти Нилс

      Such terms of practicability and common sense made the vague doubts at the back of Loveday’s head melt away. She had had no future, and now all at once security—even if temporary—was being handed her on a plate.

      ‘All right,’ said Loveday. ‘I’ll come.’

      ‘Thank you. Could you be ready if I fetch you at half past eight tomorrow morning? My first patient is at eleven-thirty, which will give you time to find your way around.’

      He stood up and held out a hand. ‘I think we shall deal well with each other, Miss West.’

      She put her hand in his and felt the reassuring firmness of it.

      ‘I’ll be ready—and the cat. You haven’t forgotten the cat?”

      ‘No, I haven’t forgotten.’

      CHAPTER TWO

      LOVEDAY went to see Mrs Slade then, and in answer to that lady’s doubtful reception of her news assured her that Dr Fforde was no stranger.

      ‘Well, yer a sensible girl, but if you need an ’elping ‘and yer know where to come.’