spoke with a curious formality as if he considered each sentence and then offered it to the person he addressed.
‘If I may I’ll just take a look at the anæsthetising-room before we begin.’
‘Certainly.’
The truculent Banks reappeared.
‘Nurse Banks,’ said the matron, ‘go with Dr Roberts to the anæsthetising-room, please.’
Dr Roberts blinked at Banks, and followed her out.
Sir John went into the theatre and crossed to a small table, enamelled white, on which were various appliances concerned with the business of giving hypodermic injections. There were three syringes, each in a little dish of sterile water. Two were of the usual size known to the layman. The third was so large as to suggest it was intended for veterinary rather than human needs. The small syringes held twenty-five minims each, the larger at least six times as much. An ampoule, a bottle, a small bowl and a measure-glass also stood on the table. The bottle was marked: “Hyoscine solution 0.25 per cent. Five minims contains 1/100 a grain.” The ampoule was marked: “Gas-Gangrene Antitoxin (concentrated).” The bowl contained sterile water.
Phillips produced from his pocket a small hypodermic case from which he took a tiny tube labelled: “Hyoscine gr. 1/100.” The tube being completely covered by its label, it was difficult to see the contents. He removed the cork, examined the inside closely, laid down the tube and took another, similarly labelled, from his case. His fingers worked uncertainly, as though his mind was on something else. At last he took one of the smaller syringes, filled it with sterile water, and squirted its contents into the measure-glass. Then he dropped in the hyoscine, stirred it with the needle of the syringe, and finally, pulling back the piston, sucked the solution into the syringe.
Thoms came into the theatre.
‘We ought to get washed up, sir,’ he said.
He glanced at the table.
‘Hallo!’ he shouted. ‘Two tubes! You’re doing him proud.’
‘One was empty.’ Phillips picked them up automatically and put them back in his case.
Thoms looked at the syringe.
‘You use a lot of water, don’t you?’ he observed.
‘I do,’ said Phillips shortly. Taking the syringe with him, he walked out of the theatre into the anæsthetic-room. Thoms, wearing that air of brisk abstraction which people assume when they are determined to ignore a snub, remained staring at the table. He joined the others a few minutes later in the anteroom. Phillips returned from the anæsthetic-room.
Jane Harden and Sister Marigold helped the two surgeons to turn themselves into pieces of sterilized machinery. In a little while the anteroom was an austere arrangement in white, steel, and rubber-brown. There is something slightly repellent as well as something beautiful in absolute white. It is the negation of colour, the expression of coldness, the emblem of death. There is less sensuous pleasure in white than in any of the colours, and more suggestion of the macabre. A surgeon in his white robe, the warmth of his hands hidden by sleek chilly rubber, the animal vigour of his hair covered by a white cap, is more like a symbol in modern sculpture than a human being. To the layman he is translated, a priest in sacramental robes, a terrifying and subtly fascinating figure.
‘Seen this new show at the Palladium?’ asked Thoms. ‘Blast this glove! Give me another, Matron.’
‘No,’ said Sir John Phillips.
‘There’s a one-act play. Anteroom to a theatre in a private hospital. Famous surgeon has to operate on a man who ruined him and seduced his wife. Problem—does he stick a knife into the patient? Grand Guignol stuff. Awful rot, I thought it.’
Phillips turned slowly and stared at him. Jane Harden uttered a little stifled cry.
‘What’s that, Nurse?’ asked Thoms. ‘Have you seen it? Here, give me the glove.’
‘No, sir,’ murmured Jane, ‘I haven’t seen it.’
‘Jolly well acted it was, and someone had put them right about technical matters, but, of course, the situation was altogether too far-fetched. I’ll just go and see—’ He walked out, still talking, into the theatre, and after a minute or two called to the matron, who followed him.
‘Jane,’ said Phillips.
‘Yes?’
‘This—this is a queer business.’
‘Nemesis, perhaps,’ said Jane Harden.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Oh, nothing,’ she said drearily. ‘Only it is rather like a Greek play, don’t you think? “Fate delivers our enemy into our hands.” Mr Thoms would think the situation very far-fetched.’
Phillips washed his hands slowly in a basin of sterilized water. ‘I knew nothing of this illness,’ he said. ‘It’s the merest chance that I was here at this hour. I’d only just got in from St. Jude’s. I tried to get out of it, but his wife insisted. Evidently she has no idea we—quarrelled.’
‘She could hardly know why you quarrelled, could she?’
‘I’d give anything to be out of it—anything.’
‘And I. How do you think I feel?’
He squeezed the water off his gloves and turned towards her, holding his hands out in front of him. He looked a grotesque and somehow pathetic figure.
‘Jane,’ he whispered, ‘won’t you change your mind? I love you so much.’
‘No,’ she said. ‘No. I loathe him. I never want to see him again, but as long as he’s alive I can’t marry you.’
‘I don’t understand you,’ he said heavily.
‘I don’t understand myself,’ answered Jane, ‘so how should you?’
‘I shall go on—I shall ask you again and again.’
‘It’s no good. I suppose I’m queer, but as long as he’s there I—I’m in pawn.’
‘It’s insane—after his treatment of you. He’s—he’s discarded you, Jane.’
She laughed harshly.
‘Oh, yes. It’s quite according to Victorian tradition. I’m a “ruined girl”, you know!’
‘Well, stick to the Victorian tradition and let me make an honest woman of you.’
‘Look here,’ said Jane suddenly. ‘I’ll try and be an honest woman with you. I mean I’ll try and explain what’s inexplicable and pretty humiliating. I told him I wanted to live my own life, experience everything, all that sort of chat. I deceived myself as well as him. In the back of my mind I knew I was simply a fool who had lost her head as well as her heart. Then, when it happened, I realized just how little it meant to him and just how much it meant to me. I knew
