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Doctor In The House (1946)

there were no chairs 1 sat on the edge of the dark polished table and swung my legs. The surroundings, and a week of my father's coaching, had made me depressed and nervous. My mind was filled with the awkward questions that Dr Loftus was even then contemplating asking me, and I found to my surprise I could give no satisfactory replies to any of them. I wondered what I should say if he simply asked me why I wanted to be a doctor. The answer was, I suppose, that neither my parents nor myself had the originality to think of anything else, but this didn't seem a suggestion likely to help me into the medical school.
This disheartening introspection was interrupted by the waiting-room door opening. An old man stood on the threshold, looking at me silently. He wore a heavy black jacket buttoned high in the chest, narrow trousers, and a two-inch collar. In his hand he held a pair of gold-rimmed pince-nez, which were attached to his right lapel by a thick black silk ribbon. He was so thin, so old, so pale, and so slow he could have taken his place in the near-by post-mortem room without attracting attention.
He clipped his glasses on to his nose with a slow, shaky movement and inspected me more carefully. I leapt to my feet and faced him.
`Gordon ?' croaked the old man from the doorway. `Mr Richard Gordon ?'
`Yes, sir. That is correct, sir,' I replied with great respect. `So you have come for entrance to St Swithin's?' the old man asked slowly.
`Yes, sir, I have.'
He nodded, but without enthusiasm.
`Your father is a Swithin's man, I believe?' `Oh yes, sir.'

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