Certainly, when the pick strikes a pocket, we turn to carousing; cease
cocking a timid eye at the horizon.

And now our heroine is beckoning.




CHAPTER VI.

Magnificent Arrival Of A Heroine.



I.

Until three o'clock George sat in an operating theatre. An unimportant
case was in process: occasionally, through the group of dressers,
surgeons and nurses who filled the floor, George caught a glimpse of
the subject. He watched moodily, too occupied with his thoughts--three
more months of dependency--to take greater interest.

One other student was present. Peacefully he slumbered by George's
side until the ring of a dropped forceps awakened him. Noting the
cause, "Clumsy beast," said this Mr. Franklyn; and to George: "Come
on, Leicester; my slumber is broken. Let's go for a stroll up West."

In Oxford Street a pretty waitress in a tea-shop drew Mr. Franklyn's
eye; a drop of rain whacked his nose. He winked the eye; wiped the