Publisher's Synopsis
When the call came I remember that I turned from the telephone in a romantic flutter. Though I had spoken only once to the great surgeon, Ro-land Maradick, I felt on that December afternoon that to speak to him only once-to watch him in the operating-room for a single hour-was an ad-venture which drained the colour and the excite-ment from the rest of life. After all these years of work on typhoid and pneumonia cases, I can still feel the delicious tremor of my young pulses; I can still see the winter sunshine slanting through the hospital windows over the white uniforms of the nurses.
