"Fire away then," said Nance. "I"m it. I"ve come to hand you out a nice little bunch of advice."
"You needn"t. I"ve got twice as much now as I intend to use. Come on around here and be sociable. I want to make love to you."
Nance declined the invitation.
"Has Dr. Adair put you wise on what he"s letting you in for?"
"Rather! Raw eggs, rest, and rust. Mother put him up to it. It"s perfect rot. I"ll be feeling fit as a fiddle inside of two weeks. All I need is to get out of this hole. They couldn"t have kept me here this long if it hadn"t been for you."
"And I reckon you"re counting on going back and speeding up just as you did before?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Because you can"t. The sooner you soak that in, the better."
He blew a succession of smoke rings in her direction and laughed.
"So they"ve taken you into the conspiracy, have they? Going to frighten me into the straight and narrow, eh? Suppose I tell them that I"m lovesick? That there"s only one cure for me in the world, and that"s you?"
The ready retort with which she had learned to parry these personalities was not forthcoming. She felt as she had that day five years ago in his father"s office, when she told him what she thought of him. He smiled up at her with the same irresponsible light in his brown eyes, the same eager desire to sidestep the disagreeable, the old refusal to accept life seriously. He was such a boy despite his twenty-six years. Such a spoiled, selfish lovable boy!
With a sudden rush of pity, she went to him and took his hand:
"See here, Mr. Mac," she said very gravely, "I got to tell you something. Dr. Adair wanted to tell you from the first, but your mother headed him off."
He shot a swift glance at her.
"What do you mean, Nance?"
Then Nance sat on the side of his bed and explained to him, as gently and as firmly as she could, the very serious nature of his illness, emphasizing the fact that his one chance for recovery lay in complete surrender to a long and rigorous regime of treatment.
From scoffing incredulity, he pa.s.sed to anxious skepticism and then to agonized conviction. It was the first time he had ever faced any disagreeable fact in life from which there was no appeal, and he cried out in pa.s.sionate protest. If he was a "lunger" he wanted to die as soon as possible. He hated those wheezy chaps that went coughing through life, avoiding draughts, and trying to keep their feet dry. If he was going to die, he wanted to do it with a rush. He"d be hanged if he"d cut out smoking, drinking, and running with the boys, just to lie on his back for a year and perhaps die at the end of it!
Nance faced the bitter crisis with him, whipping up his courage, strengthening his weak will, nerving him for combat. When she left him an hour later, with his face buried in the pillow and his hands locked above his head, he had promised to submit to the doctor"s advice on the one condition that she would go home with him and start him on that fight for life that was to tax all his strength and patience and self-control.
CHAPTER x.x.x
HER FIRST CASE
October hovered over Kentucky that year in a golden halo of enchantment.
The beech-trees ran the gamut of glory, and every shrub and weed had its hour of transient splendor. A soft haze from burning brush lent the world a sense of mystery and immensity. Day after day on the south porch at Hillcrest Mac Clarke lay propped with cushions on a wicker couch, while Nance Molloy sat beside him, and all about them was a stir of whispering, dancing, falling leaves. The hillside was carpeted with them, the brook below the pergola was strewn with bits of color, while overhead the warm sunshine filtered through canopies of russet and crimson and green.
"I tell you the boy is infatuated with that girl," Mr. Clarke warned his wife from time to time.
"What nonsense!" Mrs. Clarke answered. "He is just amusing himself a bit.
He will forget her as soon as he gets out and about."
"But the girl?"
"Oh, she"s too sensible to have any hopes of that kind. She really is an exceptionally nice girl. Rather too frank in her speech, and frequently ungrammatical and slangy, but I don"t know what we should do without her."
But even Mrs. Clarke"s complacence was a bit shaken as the weeks slipped away, and Mac"s obsession became the gossip of the household. To be sure, so long as Nance continued to regard the whole matter as a joke and refused to take Mac seriously, no harm would be done. But that very indifference that a.s.sured his adoring mother, at the same time piqued her pride. That an ordinary trained nurse, born and brought up, Heaven knew where, should be insensible to Mac"s even transient attention almost amounted to an impertinence. Quite unconsciously she began to break down Nance"s defenses.
"You must be very good to my boy, dear," she said one day in her gentle, coaxing way. "I know he"s a bit capricious and exacting at times. But we can"t afford to cross him now when he is just beginning to improve. He was terribly upset last night when you teased him about leaving."
"But I ought to go, Mrs. Clarke. He"d get along just as well now with another nurse. Besides I only promised--"
"Not another word!" implored Mrs. Clarke in instant alarm. "I wouldn"t answer for the consequences if you left us now. Mac goes all to pieces when it is suggested. He has always been so used to having his own way, you know."
Yes, Nance knew. Between her unceasing efforts to get him well, and her grim determination to keep the situation well in hand, she had unlimited opportunity of finding out. The physicians agreed that his chances for recovery were one to three. It was only by the most persistent observance of certain regulations pertaining to rest, diet, and fresh air, that they held out any hope of arresting the malady that had already made such alarming headway. Nance realized from the first that it was to be a fight against heavy odds, and she gallantly rose to the emergency. Aside from the keen personal interest she took in Mac, and the sympathy she felt for his stricken parents, she had an immense pride in her first private case, on which she was determined to win her spurs.
For three months now she had controlled the situation. With undaunted perseverance she had made Mac submit to authority and succeeded in successfully combatting his mother"s inclination to yield to his every whim. The gratifying result was that Mac was gradually putting on flesh and, with the exception of a continued low fever, was showing decided improvement. Already talk of a western flight was in the air.
The whole matter hinged at present on Mac"s refusal to go unless Nance could be induced to accompany them. The question had been argued from every conceivable angle, and gradually a conspiracy had been formed between Mac and his mother to overcome her apparently absurd resistance.
"It isn"t as if she had any good reason," Mrs. Clarke complained to her husband, with tears in her eyes. "She has no immediate family, and she might just as well be on duty in California as in Kentucky. I don"t see how she can refuse to go when she sees how weak Mac is, and how he depends on her."
"The girl"s got more sense than all the rest of you put together!" said Mr. Clarke. "She sees the way things are going."
"Well, what if Mac is in love with her?" asked Mrs. Clarke, for the first time frankly facing the situation. "Of course it"s just his sick fancy, but he is in no condition to be argued with. The one absolutely necessary thing is to get her to go with us. Suppose you ask her. Perhaps that"s what she is waiting for."
"And you are willing to take the consequences?"
"I am willing for anything on earth that will help me keep my boy,"
sobbed Mrs. Clarke, resorting to a woman"s surest weapon.
So Mr. Clarke turned his ponderous batteries upon the situation, using money as the ammunition with which he was most familiar.
The climax was reached one night toward the end of October when the first heavy h.o.a.r-frost of the season gave premonitory threat of coming winter. The family was still at dinner, and Mac was having his from a tray before the library fire. The heavy curtains had been drawn against the chill world without, and the long room was a soft harmony of dull reds and browns, lit up here and there by rose-shaded lamps.
It was a luxurious room, full of trophies of foreign travel. The long walls were hung with excellent pictures; the floors were covered with rare rugs; the furniture was selected with perfect taste. Every detail had been elaborately and skilfully worked out by an eminent decorator.
Only one insignificant item had been omitted. In the length and breadth of the library, not a book was to be seen.
Mac, letting his soup cool while he read the letter Nance had just brought him, gave an exclamation of surprise.
"By George! Monte Pearce is going to get married!"
Nance laughed.
"I"ve got a tintype of Mr. Monte settling down. Who"s the girl?"
"A cousin of his in Honolulu. Her father is a sugar king; no end of cash.
Think of old Monte landing a big fish like that!"