"What?" demanded Harold earnestly.
Resignedly and with difficulty Tom removed the cigar--that is, he removed part of it, and then blew the remainder with a WHUT sound across the room, where it landed liquidly and limply in Mrs. Ahearn"s lap.
"Beg pardon," he mumbled, and rose with the vague intention of going after it. Milton"s hand on his coat collapsed him in time, and Mrs. Ahearn not ungracefully flounced the tobacco from her skirt to the floor, never once looking at it.
"I was sayin"," continued Tom thickly, ""fore "at happened,"--he waved his hand apologetically toward Mrs. Ahearn--"I was sayin" I heard all truth that Country Club matter."
Milton leaned and whispered something to him.
"Lemme "lone," he said petulantly; "know what I"m doin". "Ats what they came for."
Evylyn sat there in a panic, trying to make her mouth form words.
She saw her sister"s sardonic expression and Mrs. Ahearn"s face turning a vivid red. Ahearn was looking down at his watch-chain, fingering it.
"I heard who"s been keepin" y" out, an" he"s not a bit better"n you. I can fix whole d.a.m.n thing up. Would"ve before, but I didn"t know you. Harol" tol" me you felt bad about the thing---"
Milton Piper rose suddenly and awkwardly to his feet. In a second every one was standing tensely and Milton was saying something very hurriedly about having to go early, and the Ahearns were listening with eager intentness. Then Mrs. Ahearn swallowed and turned with a forced smile toward Jessie. Evylyn saw Tom lurch forward and put his hand on Ahearns shoulder--and suddenly she was listening to a new, anxious voice at her elbow, and, turning, found Hilda, the second maid.
"Please, Mis" Piper, I tank Yulie got her hand poisoned. It"s all swole up and her cheeks is hot and she"s moanin" an"
groanin"---"
"Julie is?" Evylyn asked sharply. The party suddenly receded. She turned quickly, sought with her eyes for Mrs. Ahearn, slipped toward her.
"If you"ll excuse me, Mrs.--" She had momentarily forgotten the name, but she went right on: "My little girl"s been taken sick.
I"ll be down when I can." She turned and ran quickly up the stairs, retaining a confused picture of rays of cigar smoke and a loud discussion in the centre of the room that seemed to be developing into an argument.
Switching on the light in the nursery, she found Julie tossing feverishly and giving out odd little cries. She put her hand against the cheeks. They were burning. With an exclamation she followed the arm down under the cover until she found the hand.
Hilda was right. The whole thumb was swollen to the wrist and in the centre was a little inflamed sore. Blood-poisoning! her mind cried in terror. The bandage had come off the cut and she"d gotten something in it. She"d cut it at three o"clock--it was now nearly eleven. Eight hours. Blood-poisoning couldn"t possibly develop so soon.
She rushed to the "phone.
Doctor Martin across the street was out. Doctor Foulke, their family physician, didn"t answer. She racked her brains and in desperation called her throat specialist, and bit her lip furiously while he looked up the numbers of two physicians.
During that interminable moment she thought she heard loud voices down-stairs--but she seemed to be in another world now. After fifteen minutes she located a physician who sounded angry and sulky at being called out of bed. She ran back to the nursery and, looking at the hand, found it was somewhat more swollen.
"Oh, G.o.d!" she cried, and kneeling beside the bed began smoothing back Julie"s hair over and over. With a vague idea of getting some hot water, she rose and stared toward the door, but the lace of her dress caught in the bed-rail and she fell forward on her hands and knees. She struggled up and jerked frantically at the lace. The bed moved and Julie groaned. Then more quietly but with suddenly fumbling fingers she found the pleat in front, tore the whole pannier completely off, and rushed from the room.
Out in the hall she heard a single loud, insistent voice, but as she reached the head of the stairs it ceased and an outer door banged.
The music-room came into view. Only Harold and Milton were there, the former leaning against a chair, his face very pale, his collar open, and his mouth moving loosely.
"What"s the matter?"
Milton looked at her anxiously.
"There was a little trouble---"
Then Harold saw her and, straightening up with an effort, began to speak.
"Sult m"own cousin m"own house. G.o.d d.a.m.n common nouveau rish.
"Sult m"own cousin---"
"Tom had trouble with Ahearn and Harold interfered," said Milton.
"My Lord Milton," cried Evylyn, "couldn"t you have done something?"
"I tried; I---"
"Julie"s sick," she interrupted; "she"s poisoned herself. Get him to bed if you can."
Harold looked up.
"Julie sick?"
Paying no attention, Evylyn brushed by through the dining-room, catching sight, with a burst of horror, of the big punch-bowl still on the table, the liquid from melted ice in its bottom. She heard steps on the front stairs--it was Milton helping Harold up--and then a mumble: "Why, Julie"s a"righ"."
"Don"t let him go into the nursery!" she shouted.
The hours blurred into a nightmare. The doctor arrived just before midnight and within a half-hour had lanced the wound. He left at two after giving her the addresses of two nurses to call up and promising to return at half past six. It was blood-poisoning.
At four, leaving Hilda by the bedside, she went to her room, and slipping with a shudder out of her evening dress, kicked it into a corner. She put on a house dress and returned to the nursery while Hilda went to make coffee.
Not until noon could she bring herself to look into Harold"s room, but when she did it was to find him awake and staring very miserably at the ceiling. He turned blood-shot hollow eyes upon her. For a minute she hated him, couldn"t speak. A husky voice came from the bed.
"What time is it?"
"Noon."
"I made a d.a.m.n fool---"
"It doesn"t matter," she said sharply. "Julie"s got blood-poisoning. They may"--she choked over the words--"they think she"ll have to lose her hand."
"What?"
"She cut herself on that--that bowl."
"Last night?"
"Oh, what does it matter?" see cried; "she"s got blood-poisoning.
Can"t you hear?" He looked at her bewildered--sat half-way up in bed.
"I"ll get dressed," he said.
Her anger subsided and a great wave of weariness and pity for him rolled over her. After all, it was his trouble, too.
"Yes," she answered listlessly, "I suppose you"d better."
IV