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At nine o'clock, however,--patroling his long rangy book-shelves, he sensed with a very different feeling through his heavy oak door, the soft whirring swish of skirts and the breathy twitter of m.u.f.fled voices.
Faintly to his acute ears came the sound of his little daughter's temperish protest, "I won't! I won't!" and the White Linen Nurse's fervid pleading, "Oh, you must,--you must!" and the Little Girl's mumbled ultimatum, "Well, I won't unless _you_ do!"
Irascibly he crossed the room and yanked the door open abruptly upon their surprise and confusion. His nerves were very sore.
"What in thunder do you want?" he snarled.
Nervously for an instant the White Linen Nurse tugged at the Little Girl's hand. Nervously for an instant the Little Girl tugged at the White Linen Nurse's hand. Then with a swallow like a sob the White Linen Nurse lifted her glowing face to his.
"K--kiss us good night!" said the White Linen Nurse.
Telescopically all in that startling second, vision after vision beat down like blows upon the Senior Surgeon's senses! The pink, pink flush of the girl! The lure of her! The amazing sweetness! The physical docility! Oh ye G.o.ds,--the docility! Every trend of her birth,--of her youth,--of her training,--forcing her now--if he chose it--to unquestioning submission to his will and his judgment! Faster and faster the temptation surged through his pulses! The path from her lips to her ear was such a little path,--the plea so quick to make, so short,--"I want you _now!_"
"K--kiss us good night!" urged the Big Girl's unsuspecting lips. "Kiss us good night!" mocked the Little Girl's tremulous echo.
Then explosively with the n.o.blest rudeness of his life, "No, I _won't!_"
said the Senior Surgeon, and slammed the door in their faces.
Falteringly up the stairs he heard the two ascending,--speechless with surprise, perhaps,--stunned by his roughness,--still hand in hand, probably,--still climbing slowly bed-ward,--the soft, smooth, patient footfall of the White Linen Nurse and the jerky, laborious clang-clang-clang of a little dragging iron-braced leg.
Up and down,--round and round,--on and on and on,--the Senior Surgeon resumed his pacing. Under his eyes great shadows darkened. Along the corners of his mouth the lines furrowed like gray scars. Up and down,--round and round,--on and on and on--and on!
At ten o'clock, sitting bolt upright in her bed with her worried eyes straining bluely out across the Little Girl's somnolent form into unfathomable darkness, the White Linen Nurse in the throb of her own heart began to keep pace with that faint, horrid thud-thud-thud in the room below. Was he pa.s.sing the book-case now? Had he reached the bay-window? Was he dawdling over those glistening scalpels? Would his nerves remember the flask in that upper desk drawer? Up and down,--round and round,--on and on,--the harrowing sound continued.
Resolutely at last she scrambled out of her snug nest, and hurrying into her great warm, p.u.s.s.y-gray wrapper began at once very practically, very unemotionally, with matches and alcohol and a shiny gla.s.s jar to prepare a huge steaming cup of malted milk. Beef-steak was infinitely better, she knew, or eggs, of course, but if she should venture forth to the kitchen for real substantiate the Senior Surgeon, she felt quite positive, would almost certainly hear her and stop her. So very stealthily thus like the proverbial a.s.sa.s.sin she crept down the front stairs with the innocent malted milk cup in her hand, and then with her knuckles just on the verge of rapping against the grimly inhospitable door, went suddenly paralyzed with uncertainty whether to advance or retreat.
Once again through the sombre inert wainscoting, exactly as if a soul had creaked, the Senior Surgeon sensed the threatening, intrusive presence of an unseen personality. Once again he strode across the room and jerked the door open with terrifying anger and resentment.
As though frozen there on his threshold by Her own little bare feet,--as though strangled there in his doorway by her own great mop of golden hair,--stolid and dumb as a pink-cheeked graven image the White Linen Nurse thrust the cup out awkwardly at him.
Absolutely without comment, as though she trotted on purely professional business and the case involved was of mutual concern to them both, the Senior Surgeon took the cup from her hand and closed the door again in her face.
At eleven o'clock she came again,--just as pink,--just as blue,--just as gray,--just as golden. And the cup of malted milk she brought with her was just as huge,--just as hot,--just as steaming,--only this time she had smuggled two raw eggs into it.
Once more the Senior Surgeon took the cup without comment and shut the door in her face.
At twelve o'clock she came again. The Senior Surgeon was unusually loquacious this time.
"Have you any more malted milk?" he asked tersely.
"Oh, yes, sir!" beamed the White Linen Nurse.
"Go and get it!" said the Senior Surgeon.
Obediently the White Linen Nurse pattered up the stairs and returned with the half depleted bottle. Frankly interested she recrossed the threshold of the room and delivered her gla.s.s treasure into the hands of the Senior Surgeon as he stood by his desk. Raising herself to her tiptoes she noted with eminent satisfaction that the three big cups on the other side of the desk had all been drained to their dregs.
Then very bluntly before her eyes the Senior Surgeon took the malted milk bottle and poured its remaining contents out quite wantonly into his waste basket. Then equally bluntly he took the White Linen Nurse by the shoulders and marched her out of the room.
"For G.o.d's sake!" he said, "get out of this room! And stay out!"
_Bang_! the big door slammed behind her. Like a snarling fang the lock bit into its catch.
"Yes, sir," said the White Linen Nurse. Even just to herself--all alone there in the big black hall, she was perfectly polite. "Y-e-s, sir," she repeated softly.
With a slightly sardonic grin on his face the Senior Surgeon resumed his pacing. Up and down,--round and round,--on and on and on!
At one o'clock in the dull, clammy chill of earliest morning he stopped long enough to light his hearthfire.
At two o'clock he stopped again to pile on a trifle more wood.
At three o'clock he dallied for an instant to close a window. The new day seemed strangely cold.
At four o'clock, dawn the wonder,--the miracle,--the long despaired of,--quickened wanly across the East. Then suddenly,--more like a phosph.o.r.escent breeze than a glow, the pale, pale yellow sunshine came wafting through the green gloom of the garden. The vigil was over!
Stumbling out into the shadowy hall to greet the new day and the new beginning, the Senior Surgeon almost tripped and fell over the White Linen Nurse sitting all huddled up and drowsy-eyed in a little gray heap on his outer threshold. The sensation of stepping upon a human body is not a pleasant one. It smote the Senior Surgeon nauseously through the nerves of his stomach.
"What are you doing here?" he fairly screamed at her.
"Just keeping you company, sir," yawned the White Linen Nurse. Before her hand could reach her mouth again another great childish yawn overwhelmed her. "Just--watching with you, sir," she finished more or less inarticulately.
"Watching with--me?" snarled the Senior Surgeon resentfully.
"Why--should--you--watch--with--me?"
Like the frightened flash of a bird the heavy lashes went swooping down across the pink cheeks and lifted as suddenly again. "Because you're my--_man!_" yawned the White Linen Nurse.
Almost roughly the Senior Surgeon reached down and pulled the White Linen Nurse to her feet.
"G.o.d!" said the Senior Surgeon. In his strained, husky voice the word sounded like an oath. Grotesquely a little smile went scudding zig-zag across his haggard face. With an impulse absolutely alien to him he reached out abruptly again and raised the White Linen Nurse's hand to his lips. "_'Good_ G.o.d' was what I meant--Miss Malgregor!" he grinned a bit sheepishly.
Quite bruskly then he turned and looked at his watch.
"I'd like my breakfast just as soon now as you can possibly get it!" he ordered peremptorily,--in his own morbid pathological emergency no more stopping to consider the White Linen Nurse's purely normal fatigue, than he in any pathological emergency of hers would have stopped to consider his own comfort,--safety,--or even perhaps, life!
Joyously then like a prisoner just turned loose, he went swinging up the stairs to recreate himself with a smoke and a shave and a great, splashing, cold shower-bath.
Only one thing seemed to really trouble him now. At the top of the stairs he stopped for an instant and c.o.c.ked his head a bit worriedly towards the drawing-room where from some slow-brightening alcove bird-carol after bird-carol went fluting shrilly up into the morning.
"Is that--those blasted canaries?" he asked briefly.
Very companionably the White Linen Nurse c.o.c.ked her own towsled head on one side and listened with him for half a moment.
"Only four of them are blasted canaries," she corrected very gently.
"The fifth one is a paroquet that I got at a mark-down because it was a widowed bird and wouldn't mate again."
"Eh?" jerked the Senior Surgeon.
"Yes, sir," said the White Linen Nurse and started for the kitchen.
No one but the Senior Surgeon himself breakfasted in state at five o'clock that morning. Snug and safe in her crib upstairs the Little Crippled Girl slumbered peacefully on through the general disturbance.