“If you can afford to wear jewellery you can afford a doctor. A hospital is a charitable institution,” said Dr. Tyrell.
He handed back the letter and called for the next case.
“But I’ve got my letter.”
“I don’t care a hang about your letter; you get out. You’ve got no business to come and steal the time which is wanted by the really poor.”
The patient retired sulkily, with an angry scowl.
“She’ll probably write a letter to the papers on the gross mismanagement of the London hospitals,” said Dr. Tyrell, with a smile, as he took the next paper and gave the patient one of his shrewd glances.