"Nothing very bad--eh?"
"Well, yes--pretty bad."
"An--an amputation?"
"No, it's a bigger affair than that."
"I think--I think they must be expecting me at home."
"There's no sense in funking. If you don't go to-day, you must to-morrow. Better get it over at once. Feel pretty fit?"
"Oh, yes; all right!"
The smile was not a success.
"One more glass of sherry, then. Now come on or we shall be late. I want you to be well in front."
"Surely that is not necessary."
"Oh, it is far better. What a drove of students! There are plenty of new men among them. You can tell them easily enough, can't you? If they were going down to be operated upon themselves, they could not look whiter."
"I don't think I should look as white."
"Well, I was just the same myself. But the feeling soon wears off. You see a fellow with a face like plaster, and before the week is out he is eating his lunch in the dissecting rooms. I'll tell you all about the case when we get to the theatre."
The students were pouring down the sloping
