Jeremy sat very meekly with his knees together. He clutched his notes and tried to look as though he was behaving himself.
The professor was still cross about Jeremy’s over-enthusiastic ingress, which had upset his umbrella stand in a spectacular manner. “When you graduate, Mr Davies, your patients will expect you to walk into their room, not galumph. And preferably without breaking things. Psychiatric patients do not appreciate being startled so unceremoniously, especially the bestial ones. You do know that they are more sensitive.”
“Yes, prof. Sorry, prof.”
Thunder rumbled and the professor sighed. “Today of all days you have to break my umbrella.”