"
"Not in racing," the Doctor agreed, "but I expect he has an
interest in enjoying himself generally, which is a thing you don't
seem to have the most remote idea of. Here we are just getting up
a sweepstake for the next race; hand over a rupee and try to get
up an interest in it. Do try and forget your work till the race is
over. I have brought you here to do you good. I regard you as my
patient, and I give you my medical orders that you are to enjoy
yourself."
Bathurst laughed.
"I am enjoying myself in my way, Doctor."
"Who is that very pretty woman standing up in the next carriage
but one?" Isobel asked.
"She comes from an out station," the Doctor repeated; "she is the
wife of the Collector there, but I think she likes Cawnpore better
than Boorgum; her name is Rose."
"Is that her husband talking to her?"
"No; that is a man in the Artillery here, I think."
"Yes," the Major said, "that is Harrowby, a good looking fellow,
and quite a ladies' man."
"Do you mean a man ladies like, uncle, or who likes the society of
ladies?"
"Both in his case, I should fancy," the Major said; "I believe he
is considered one of the best looking men in the service."
"I don't see why he should be liked for that," Isobel said. "As far
as I have seen, good looking men are not so pleasant as others. I
suppose it is because they are conscious of their own good looks,
and therefore do not take the trouble of being amusing. We had one
very good looking man on board ship, and he was the dullest man
to talk to on board.
Pages:
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123