"Between a wife and a profession," he said, "give me the profession."
"Besides," Ledyard went on; "you get toughened and brutal; most of us
drink, when we don't do something worse."
"You don't."
"How do you know?"
"I do know, and I'm sure you wouldn't let any one else say that about
your associates; they're the noblest ever and you know it!"
"Well, we're bound and gagged, and that's a fact. We're not given much
leeway. We are led up to a case and forced to carry out the rules. While
we're doctors we can't be men."
Dick recalled that years later with a bitter sense of its truth!
"All the same, if the profession will have me, I'll have it and thank
God. When I think of--well, of the little cuss I was, and of you--why,
I tell you, I cannot get too soon into harness. I'd like to specialize,
too. I've even gone so far as that."
"Good Lord! In what?"
"Oh, women and children, principally--putting them straight and strong,
you know."
"Umph," grunted Ledyard. "Well, at the first you'll probably be thankful
to get any old case that needs tinkering."
Dick Travers did not see Priscilla again that summer.
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