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"Not that chair, please. It may not be quite dry. I glued--"
The voice of the visitor suddenly returned. It was a very dry voice;
threadlike, but determined.
"Then if you will kindly find me a chair which you have not glued I
shall sit down and dispose of a few burning thoughts. Callandar, as soon
as you have finished playing the fool--"
"Consider it finished, old man."
"Then what does this, all this"--with a sweeping hand wave--"mean? You
cannot seriously intend to stay here?"
"Why not?"
"Your question is absurd."
"No, it isn't. Let it sink in. Why should I not stay here? Examine the
facts. I am ordered change, rest, interest, good air--a year at least
must elapse before I take up my life again. I must spend that year
somewhere. Why not here? It is healthy, high, piney, quiet. I had become
utterly tired of my tramping tour. All the good I can get from it I have
got. Chance, or whatever you like to call it, leads me to this place. A
place which needs a doctor and which this particular doctor needs. There
is nothing absurd about it.


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