“Certainly I will.  By the way, speaking of her, what did you mean by what you said that day about female physicians?”

“I meant what I said,” returned he, bluntly.  “I meant just what I said.  We need them, and we shall have them.  It is an experiment that has got to be tried, and will be probably, within your lifetime, if not in mine.  I don’t want you to be one of them, though.  You ought to be as much cleverer than yourself as you are now than Nelly Fader, in order to carry it through; and even then it might be the carrying of a cross through life,—­a grievous, in the view of most men perhaps an ignominious cross, to the pioneers.  Especially it will be so, if other good but uninformed and thoughtless women are going to cry out upon it, as you and Julia did the other day.  Whether the experiment is to succeed or not depends, under Providence, very much on you and such as you.  But if that sort of outcry is to be raised, it will probably have the effect of keeping out of the profession such women as, from their integrity, ability, culture, and breeding, could be ornaments to it, and leave us shallow and low-minded smatterers, that I wouldn’t trust with the life of a canary-bird,—­who will ask which is likely to be the most lucrative calling, medicine or millinery, and take their choice accordingly,—­and, for want of better, poor dupes will employ them.  If you can’t bear female practitioners, you’ll have to bear female quacktitioners.”  He paused and looked at me.

I knew how jealous he always was for the honor of his craft.  He did not often come so near giving me a scolding; and I began to be afraid I might deserve one, though I could not see how.  “I am sorry,” said I; “I did not mean—­I did not think—­I did not know—­”

“Precisely, kitten on the hearth,” returned he, good-humoredly; “and as you are sorry, and as you are besides usually rather less unmeaning and unthinking and unknowing than most other chits of your age, I forgive you.  Learn to think and know before you hiss or purr, and you will be wiser than most chits of any age or sex.  But now, consider:  you, such as you are, yourself little more than a child, have, in two or three short visits, roused, interested, and done that other poor child more good, and, I strongly suspect, inspired her with more confidence, than I—­I trust as upright a person and as sincere a well-wisher—­have been able to do in a score.  And this you have been able to do, in great part, simply by virtue of your womanhood.  It comes more natural to her, no doubt, to talk with you.  Nelly’s is a case in point, though by no manner of means so strong a case as others that I have in my mind.  Now imagine another woman with your good-will and natural tact, vivacity, and sympathy; multiply these by double your age and intellect, and again by triple your experience and information; calculate from these data her powers of doing good in such cases, and then see whether, in helping to brand her and fetter her in the exercise of such powers, you may not ‘haply be found to fight against God.’”