“What is it, Nolan?”

“There’s been an accident to Monsieur Alresca, Sir Cyril, and they want a doctor.”

It was the chance of a lifetime! I ought to have sprung up and proudly announced, “I’m a doctor.” But did I? No! I was so timid, I was so unaccustomed to being a doctor, that I dared not for the life of me utter a word. It was as if I was almost ashamed of being a doctor. I wonder if my state of mind will be understood.

“Carl’s a doctor,” said Sullivan.

How I blushed!

“Are you?” said Sir Cyril, suddenly emerging from his condition of suspended activity. “I never guessed it. Come along with us, will you?”

“With pleasure,” I answered as briskly as I could.