The Mysteries of Montreal - Being Recollections of a Female Physician by Charlotte Fuhrer
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on my bonnet and cloak, and walked up Cadieux street, when, coming
out of the house, I spied my friend, Dr. P----. "Good evening, Doctor," said I. "Oh, good evening, Mrs. Schroeder. I have just been attending a patient of yours; it seems they were not at all prepared, and had not time to notify you. Indeed, I was late myself, as I did not arrive till some minutes after the child was born." Without saying a word I beckoned the Doctor aside, and made a sign that I wished to speak with him privately. He invited me to step into his carriage, and we drove in perfect silence to his residence in Beaver Hall Terrace. Alighting, he preceded me to his surgery, and closed the door; then, with a look full of meaning, he said: "Well, what is there wrong here?" "I said, Before I reply, will you permit me to ask you one or two questions." "Who called you to attend Mrs. Quintin?" "A carter came and requested me to come with all speed to attend a lady in Cadieux street. I went as quickly as possible, but the child was born before my arrival." "Who, then, attended the lady?" "The nurse did, and apparently very satisfactorily indeed. I found |
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