Critical Reading For Exams / Short Reading Comprehension 26

In the year 1860, the reputation of Doctor Wybrow as a London physician reached its highest point. It was re-  ported on good authority that he was in receipt of one of the largest incomes derived from the practice of medicine  in modern times. 
One afternoon, towards the close of the London season, the doctor had just taken his luncheon after a specially  hard morning’s work in his consulting-room, and with a formidable list of visits to patients at their own houses to  fill up the rest of his day—when the servant announced that a lady wished to speak to him. 
"Who is she?” the Doctor asked. "A stranger?” 
"Yes, sir.” 
"I see no strangers out of consulting-hours. Tell her what the hours are, and send her away.” 
"I have told her, sir.” 
"Well?” 
"And she won’t go.” 
"Won’t go?” The doctor smiled as he repeated the words. He was a humorist in his way; and there was an ab-  surd side to the situation which rather amused him. "Has this obstinate lady given you her name?” he inquired. 
"No, sir. She refused to give any name—she said she wouldn’t keep you five minutes, and the matter was too im-  portant to wait till to-morrow. There she is in the consulting-room; and how to get her out again is more than I know.” 
Doctor Wybrow considered for a moment. His knowledge of women (professionally speaking) rested on the ripe  experience of more than thirty years; he had met with them in all their varieties—especially the variety which  knows nothing of the value of time, and never hesitates at sheltering itself behind the privileges of its sex. A glance  at his watch informed him that he must soon begin his rounds among the patients who were waiting for him at their  own houses. He decided forthwith on taking the only wise course that was open under the circumstances. In other  words, he decided on taking to flight. 
"Is the carriage at the door?” he asked. 
"Yes, sir.” 
"Very well. Open the house-door for me without making any noise, and leave the lady in undisturbed possession  of the consulting-room. When she gets tired of waiting, you know what to tell her. If she asks when I am expected  to return, say that I dine at my club, and spend the evening at the theatre. Now then, softly, Thomas! If your shoes  creak, I am a lost man.”