human
Will you go back with me in the Imp, or at your leisure with the crowd in the car? Burns asked Leaver, in an undertone.
gpt
My wife will be glad to go in either car; she suggested your taking your choice.
human
If the Macauleys will not misunderstand, I should prefer to go with you,
gpt
They won't. Two medicine-men are supposed always to wish for a chance to hobnob, and we'll put it on that score. I really want to consult you about Patsy's case.
human
Not going with us? Willing to forsake three fair ladies for one red-headed fiend, just because you know he's going to give us his dust? I like that!
gpt
Abuse him as you like. He's off with me at my request,
human
I never thought till to-day that Dr. Leaver seemed the least bit like a noted surgeon, said she, as they waited for Macauley to get his car underway.
gpt
I could never imagine his acting like Red, and rushing enthusiastically from bedside to operating-room, pushing everything out of his way to make time to cut somebody to pieces and sew him up again, for his ultimate good. But to-day somehow, he seemed more--what would you call it--professional?
human
That's the word, her husband agreed.
gpt
It's the word they juggle with. If a thing's 'professional,' it's all right. If it's not, it may as well be condemned to outer darkness at once.
human
Little wife?
gpt
Yes, Redfield Pepper--
human
I'm as nervous as a cat up a tree with a couple of dogs at the foot!
gpt
Why, Red, I never heard you talk of being nervous! What does it mean?
human
An operation to-morrow.
gpt
But you never are 'nervous,' dear.
human
I am now.
gpt
Is it such a critical one?
human
The most critical I ever faced.