Victory for Victoria. Бетти Нилс

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      She would have liked to have said hullo, but bearing in mind the Old Crow’s dislike of any sound at all during the round she merely raised a cautionary finger to her lips and then pointed to the doors—a gesture to which he appeared to take exception, for he said without any effort at all to lower his voice: ‘My dear girl, don’t you try and send me away. I’ve had the devil’s own job getting here in the first place.’

      Victoria just stopped herself from wringing her hands. ‘It’s the round,’ she hissed. ‘Please wait outside, there’s a chair on the landing.’

      ‘Do I look as though I need to sit down?’ he enquired with interest.

      She conquered a strong desire to giggle, shook her head and said coldly: ‘I must ask you to wait.’

      He beamed at her. ‘But I will, dear girl, I’ll wait as long as you like.’ He went on; ‘You know, I liked you better with your hair down your back, even if you did look a bit of a fright.’ She was still struggling to think of a dignified but quelling reply to this piece of impertinence when Sir Keith’s voice, smooth and resonant, floated down the ward.

      ‘There you are, dear fellow. Come and join us—I was beginning to think that you had found it impossible to come after all.’

      He bent to say something to Sister Crow and the ‘dear fellow’, with a friendly pat on Victoria’s outraged shoulder, advanced to the group of people by number six bed, and she, because it was expected of her, followed him, to take up her position just behind Sister, so that when that lady wanted notes or a tape measure or a tendon hammer to hand to Sir Keith, Victoria was there to supply them. Sir Keith put out a hand and said: ‘Alexander, this is delightful, it seems a long time—Sister Crow, let me introduce Doctor van Schuylen, on a visit to this country. He’s by way of being a specialist in chests.’ He looked round the circle of faces. ‘My RMO,’ he went on, ‘Doctor Blake, and my houseman, Doctor Dawes.’ His gaze passed over the physiotherapist, his secretary and Victoria and rested on his patient, the hapless Mr Bates, his basin removed pro tem and looking very uneasy without it.

      Victoria, handing X-rays, Path Lab forms and a pin to tickle the soles of Mr Bates’ feet to see if he reacted in the proper manner, kept a wary eye on him; Sir Keith had most luckily finished with him and was about to move on to the next bed when Mr Bates went a little paler than he already was, so that she dropped her burden of forms and notes and made a beeline for the basin, but Doctor van Schuylen was ahead of her; he had it nicely in position under Mr Bates’ pallid chin even as she reached him; he did it with a calm and matter-of-fact air which took no account of Sister Crow’s horrified indrawn breath, waiting impassively until Nurse Black squeaked out of the sluice and took over, and only then did he relinquish the basin, giving that damsel—a small, plain girl known inevitably among her colleagues as Beauty—a smile of such charm that she smiled widely back at him.

      He rejoined Sir Keith without a word, to be drawn instantly into a discussion on bronchiectiasis. Victoria listened to his deep, quiet voice, comparing it with Doctor Blake’s. That gentleman, intent no doubt on impressing his chief, was holding forth at some length, addressing most of his observations to the Dutchman, in a manner which Victoria considered unnecessarily patronising, although their recipient apparently did not, for he lolled against the end of the bed with his hands in his pockets and his eyes fixed steadfastly upon Doctor Blake’s face. It was only when that gentleman paused for breath that Sir Keith declared in a dry, gentle voice:

      ‘My dear Blake, all that you have said is most admirable, but I must point out to you that you are taking coals to Newcastle, for our good friend here happens to be the author of the various papers you have been quoting at him.’

      Victoria was forced to admire the way Doctor Blake bottled up his rage; he even managed a laughing apology to Doctor van Schuylen, his pale eyes colourless with a dislike he almost, but not quite concealed. She shivered a little. He would be a bad enemy, she decided, studying his good looks, and then transferred her gaze to Doctor van Schuylen, still lolling, with a lazy, good-natured smile upon his face, just as though he was taking the other man’s apologies at face value. Surely he could see…? He turned to look at her and she realised that he certainly had seen; his eyes, in such a placid face, were very alert. She was so relieved that she smiled warmly at him and Sister Crow, catching her at it, gave an indignant snort and commanded: ‘Staff Nurse, be good enough to ask someone from the Path Lab to come here at once.’ She accompanied this command with a heavy frown. In her opinion, nurses—even staff nurses—did not smile at consultants, nor for that matter at any strange doctor who happened to turn up, especially the kind of smile Victoria had just given.

      Victoria, aware of the Old Crow’s wrath, murmured: ‘Certainly, Sister,’ and went off down the ward and out of its door and into the office to telephone, something she did with dispatch and her usual competence, using only a small part of her brain to do so; the rest of it was deeply occupied by speculation upon Doctor van Schuylen’s sudden appearance, his probable departure and whether there was any likelihood of seeing more of him. She went back to the ward presently, the missing notes, which she had quite forgotten and which she had providentially discovered on Sister’s desk, under one arm. She added them tidily to their fellows and took up her station once more just behind Sister Crow without looking once at Doctor van Schuylen.

      In fact, she studiously avoided his eye for the entire round—a fairly easy matter as it turned out, for Sister Crow saw to it that she was kept busy, and when the slow procession had at last wound its way out of the ward doors, Victoria, having made very certain that Dora had the right number of cups on the tray, was instructed to go back into the ward and make sure that the patients’ beds were tidied once more.

      ‘But have your coffee first, Staff Nurse,’ the Old Crow invited, and looked at the clock as she spoke so that Victoria would know that she had observed the time and would expect her back in ten minutes exactly.

      Victoria, once in the main corridor, flew down it at a good speed; she seldom went to coffee break, for it was usual for the staff nurses to have coffee with Sisters on the ward, but on round days Sister Crow didn’t want her, and anyway, Victoria admitted fairly, the office didn’t accommodate more than four people in comfort and the Old Crow disliked people sitting on the floor or perching on the sides of her desk. The dining room was only half full, but there were several of her friends gathered round a table in a corner. She joined them with an eye on the clock as she did so. ‘Ten minutes,’ she exclaimed breathlessly, ‘Sister Crow made a note of it as I left.’

      Kitty Blane from Women’s Medical groaned in sympathy. ‘I don’t know how you stand her!’ She filled a mug and pushed it across the table to Victoria. ‘How did the round go? What do you think of our Jeremy?’

      Victoria blew on her coffee to cool it. ‘He’s all right, I suppose.’ She sounded doubtful. ‘I don’t know anything about him yet. He’s good-looking…’

      ‘Talking of good looks, did you get a sight of a tall dark and handsome stranger up your way? He came sauntering into ours about an hour ago and when I asked him what he wanted he said he was looking for Sir Keith Plummer, and when I told him where he was, he said: “Oh, yes—is that where the staff nurse has long bronze hair?” Someone you know, Vicky?’

      ‘Well, not really,’ said Victoria calmly, covering sudden feelings which weren’t calm at all. ‘Perhaps he mistook me for someone else.’ Even while she spoke she wondered how he had found out that she worked on Men’s Medical or if it had been coincidence. The latter, she decided, for was he not almost for certain a married man and had he at any time shown interest in her? Not to speak СКАЧАТЬ