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    The conversation continued between the four of them in the same bantering vein for the rest of the evening until the landlord called for time. The two men rose and started to usher the girls out. It was as they were on the point of leaving the warmth of the bar for the cold night air outside that Megan was suddenly aware that Giles Elliot was there. He was sitting at the far end of the bar, slightly in the shadow, but from his position he would have had a full view of the four of them at their table.
    Megan raised her hand, intending a brief friendly salute, but it wavered and died as she encountered his stony, anything but friendly stare.
    â€œGoodnight…” She tried to say the name Giles, but it stuck in her throat, so she left it at the brief goodnight.
    â€œGoodnight, Megan,” came his icy reply. “I’m glad to see the rehearsal went well.”
    Before Megan could reply, the others, who hadn’t seen him, or wouldn’t have known who he was if they had, dragged her out into the cold night.
    â€œCome on,” said Johnny, shivering as he linked arms with the two girls. “Let’s quick-march, it’s damned cold out tonight.”
    Martin caught hold of Megan’s arm on the other side and the four of them marched off together briskly in step down the road, back towards the glow from the complex of lights marking the hospital site.
    Fleetingly Megan looked over her shoulder in time to see Giles Elliott emerge from the Woodpecker. He stood unmoving in the doorway, staring after their retreating figures. Then suddenly she realised what he must be thinking. He must have thought she had lied to him about the rehearsal when she had told him she couldn’t go out to dinner. Suddenly she felt utterly miserable. He must think very badly of me, she thought unhappily. I must make sure I explain to him tomorrow. The icy sarcasm of his voice as he had said, “I’m glad to see the rehearsal went well,” echoed round and round inside her head. Remembering his lonely figure standing in the doorway she wished more and more she had had the chance to explain to him.
    â€œHey, Megan,” teased Johnny, “why so silent? Have you seen a ghost?”
    Megan smiled and didn’t answer him. No, it was not a ghost she’d seen but a man who had come so suddenly into her life only a few days ago, and now seemed to be a disturbingly integral part of it.

Chapter Three
    To Megan’s chagrin she didn’t see Giles Elliott at all the next day. Apparently he had gone to London to some special conference on trauma, and had taken one of the senior house officers with him. Megan found this out because an orthopaedic registrar had come down to the casualty department for the day to help out during the other junior doctor’s absence.
    The fact that she couldn’t explain to Giles Elliott why she had been in the Woodpecker the previous night and not at rehearsal, bothered Megan more than she cared to admit to herself. She felt restless and edgy and it was only with a supreme effort of self-will that she concentrated on her tasks. The mere fact that she found it so difficult to put him out of her mind bothered her too, and eventually she became annoyed with herself. This is ridiculous, she told herself severely. Stop making mountains out of molehills; the man probably hasn’t given you another thought since last night. However, try as she might, Giles Elliott’s face with its stony stare of disapproval kept floating in front of her mind’s eye.
    To make matters worse, at least as far as Megan was concerned, the department was unusually quiet, with no major casualties, no emergency admissions. In fact, by the middle of the afternoon there was absolutely nothing to do. The orthopaedic registrar took the opportunity to do some reading for his final FRCS which was coming up soon and the nurses stood around after they had tidied everything in sight and made