Nearly a month passed before the practice began to show signs of returning to its normal condition. Then the daily lists became more and more contracted and the day’s work proportionately shorter. And thus the term of my servitude came to an end. One evening, as we were writing up the daybook, Stillbury remarked:

“I almost think, Jervis, I could manage by myself now. I know you are only staying on for my sake.”

“I am staying on to finish my engagement, but I shan’t be sorry to clear out if you can do without me.”

“I think I can. When would you like to be off?”

“As soon as possible. Say tomorrow morning, after I have made a few visits and transferred the patients to you.”

“Very well,” said Stillbury. “Then I will give you your cheque and settle up everything tonight, so that you shall be free to go off when you like tomorrow morning.”