The other doctors knew, and Braden knew, and most thoroughly of all James Marraville knew, that while the operation was a wonderful feat in surgery, it might just as well have remained undone. The young doctor simply had done all that was in the power of man to do for a fellow creature. He had cheated Death out of an easy victory, but Death would come again and sit down beside James Marraville to wait for another day.
Down near Washington Square, Wade blinked his eyes and shook his head, and always re-read the reports from the sick-room. He was puzzled and sometimes there was a faraway look in his eyes.
Lutie"s baby came. He came long after midnight, and if he had been given the power at birth to take intelligent notice of things, he would have been vastly astonished to hear that his grandmother had been sitting up in an adjoining room with her son and daughter, anxiously, even fearfully, awaiting his advent into the world. And he would have been further astonished and perhaps distressed if any one had told him that his granny cried a little over him, and refused to go to her own home until she was quite sure that his little mother was all right. Moreover, he would have been gravely impressed by the presence of the celebrated Dr. Thorpe, and the extraordinary agony of that great big tall man who cowered and shivered and who wouldn"t even look at him because he had eyes and thought for no one but the little mother. Older and wiser persons would have revealed considerable interest in the certificate of deposit that his grandmother laid on the bed beside him. He was quite a rich little boy without knowing it. Thirty thousand dollars is not to be sneezed at, and it would be highly unjust to say that it was a sneeze that sent his grandmother, his aunt and his father into hysterics of alarm.
They called him Carnahan Tresslyn. He represented a distinct phase in the regeneration of a proud and haughty family.
A few weeks later Anne took a house up among the hills of Westchester County, and moved Lutie and the baby out into the country. It did not occur to her to think that she was making a personal sacrifice in going up there to spend the hot months.
Percy Wintermill informed her one day that he was going to ask her to marry him when the proper time arrived. It would be the third time, he reminded her. He was being forehanded, that was all,-declaring himself in advance of all others and thereby securing, as he put it, the privilege of priority. She was not very much moved by the preparation of Percy. In fact, she treated the matter with considerable impatience.
"Really, you know, Percy," she said, "I"m getting rather fed up with refusing you. I"m sure I"ve done it more than three times. Why don"t you ask some girl who will have you?"
"That"s just the point," said he frankly. "If I asked some girl who would have me, she"d take me, and then where would you come in? I don"t want any one but you, Anne, and-"
"Sorry, Perce, but it"s no use," said she briefly.
"Well, I haven"t asked you yet," he reminded her. After some minutes, spent by him in rumination and by her in wondering why she didn"t send him away, he inquired, quite casually: "Anybody else in mind, old girl?" She merely stared at him. "Hope it isn"t Brady Thorpe," he went on. "He"s one of my best friends. I"d hate to think that I"d have to-"
"Go home, Percy," she said. "I"m going out,-and I"m late already. Thanks for the orchids. Don"t bother to send any more. It"s just a waste of money, old fellow. I sha"n"t marry you. I sha"n"t marry any one except the man with whom I fall desperately, horribly in love,-and I"m not going to fall in love with you, so run away."
"You weren"t in love with old man Thorpe, were you?" he demanded, flushing angrily.
"I haven"t the right to be offended by that beastly remark, Percy," she said quietly; "and yet I don"t think you ought to have said it to me."
"It was meant only to remind you that it won"t be necessary for you to fall desperately, horribly in love with me," he explained, and was suddenly conscious of being very uncomfortable for the first time in his life. He did not like the expression in her eyes.
Her shoulders drooped a little. "It isn"t very comforting to feel that any one of my would-be husbands could be satisfied to get along without being loved by me. No doubt I shall be asked by others besides you, Percy. I hope you do not voice the sentiments of all the rest of them."
"I"m sorry I said it," he said, and seemed a little bewildered immediately afterwards. He really couldn"t make himself out. He went away a few minutes later, vaguely convinced that perhaps it wouldn"t be worth while to ask her, after all. This was a new, strange Anne, and it would hurt to be refused by her. He had never thought of it in just that way-before.
"So that is the price they put upon me, is it?" Anne said to herself. She was regarding herself rather humbly in the mirror as she pinned on her hat. "I am still expected to marry without loving the man who takes me. It isn"t to be exacted of me. Don"t they credit me with a capacity for loving? What do they think I am? What do they think my blood is made of, and the flesh on my bones? Do they think that because I am beautiful I can love no one but myself? Don"t they think I"m human? How can any one look at me without feeling that I"d rather love than be loved? The poor fools!
Any woman can be loved. What we all want more than anything else is to _love_. And I love-I _do_ love! And I _am_ beloved. And all the rest of my life I shall love; I shall gloat over the fact that I love; I shall love, love, _love_ with all that there is in me, all that there is in my body and my soul. The poor fools."
And all that was in her body and her soul was prepared to give itself to the man who loved her. She wanted him to have her for his own. She pitied him even more than she pitied herself.
Anne had no illusions concerning herself. Mawkish sentimentality had no place in her character. She was straightforward and above board with herself, and she would not cheapen herself in her own eyes. Another woman might have gone down on her knees, whimpering a cry for forgiveness, but not Anne Tresslyn. She would ask him to forgive her but she would not lie to herself by prostrating her body at his feet. There was firm, n.o.ble stuff in Anne Tresslyn. It was born in her to know that the woman who goes down on her knees before her man never quite rises to her full height again. She will always be in the position of wondering whether she stayed on her knees long enough to please him. The thought had never entered Anne"s head to look anywhere but straight into Braden"s eyes. She was not afraid to have him see that she was honest! He could see that she had no lies to tell him. And she was as sorry for him as she was for herself....
She saw him often during the days of Lutie"s convalescence, but never alone. There was considerable comfort for her in the thought that he made a distinct point of not being alone with her. One day she said to him:
"I have my car outside, Braden. Shall I run you over to St. Luke"s?"
It was a test. She knew that he was going to the hospital, and intended to take the elevated down to 110th Street. His smile puzzled her.
"No, thank you." Then, after a moment, he added: "If people saw me driving about in a prosperous looking touring-car they"d be justified in thinking that my fees are exorbitant, and I should lose more than I"d gain."
She flushed slightly. "By the same argument they might think you were picking up germs in the elevated or the subway."
"I shun the subway," he said.
Anne looked straight into his eyes and said-to herself: "I love you." He must have sensed the unspoken words, for his eyes hardened.
"Moreover, Anne, I shouldn"t think it would be necessary for me to remind you that-" he hesitated, for he suddenly realised that he was about to hurt her, and it was not what he wanted to do-"that there are other and better reasons why-"
He stopped there, and never completed the sentence. She was still looking into his eyes and was still saying to herself: "I love you." It was as if a gentle current of electricity played upon every nerve in his body. He quivered under the touch of something sweet and mysterious. Exaltation was his response to the magnetic wave that carried her unspoken words into his heart. She had not uttered a sound and yet he heard the words. How many times had she cried those delicious words into his ear while he held her close in his arms? How many times had she looked at him like this while actually speaking the words aloud in answer to his appeal?
They were standing but a few feet apart. He could take a step forward and she would be in his arms,-that glorious, adorable, ineffably feminine creation,-in his arms,-in his arms,-
It was she who broke the spell. Her voice sounded far off-and exhausted, as if it came from her lips without breath behind it.
"It will always be just the same, Braden," she said, and he knew that it was an acknowledgment of his unfinished reminder. She was promising him something.
He took a firm grip on himself. "I"m glad that you see things as they are, Anne. Now, I must be off. Thanks just the same for-"
"Oh, don"t mention it," she said carelessly. "I"m glad that you see things too as they are, Braden." She held out her hand. There was no restraint in her manner. "I"m sorry, Braden. Things might have been so different. I"m sorry."
"Good G.o.d!" he burst out. "If you had only been-" He broke off, resolutely compressing his lips. His jaw was set again in the strong old way that she knew so well.
She nodded her head slowly. "If I had only been some one else instead of myself," she said, "it would not have happened."
He turned toward the door, stopped short and then turned to face her.
There was a strange expression in his grey eyes, not unlike diffidence.
"Percy told me last night that you have refused to marry him. I"m glad that you did that, Anne. I want you to know that I am glad, that I felt-oh, I cannot tell you how I felt when he told me."
She eyed him closely for a moment. "You thought that I-I might have accepted him. Is that it?"
"I-I hadn"t thought of it at all," he said, confusedly.
"Well," she said, and a slight pallor began to reveal itself in her face, "I tried marrying for money once, Braden. The next time I shall try marrying for love."
He stared. "You don"t mince words, do you?" he said, frowning.
"No," she said. "Percy will tell you that, I fancy," she added, and smiled. "He can"t understand my not marrying him. He will be worth fifteen or twenty millions, you know." The irony in her voice was directed inwardly, not outwardly. "Perhaps it would be safer for him to wait before taking too much for granted. You see, I haven"t actually refused him. I merely refused to give him an option. He-"
"Oh, Anne, don"t jest about-" he began, and then as her eyes fell suddenly under his gaze and her lip trembled ever so slightly,-"By Jove, I-I sha"n"t misjudge you in that way again. Good-bye." This time he held out his hand to her.
She shook her head. "I"ve changed my mind. I"m never going to say good-bye to you again."
"Never say good-bye? Why, that"s-"
"Why should I say good-bye to you when you are always with me?" she broke in. Noting the expression in his eyes she went on ruthlessly, breathlessly. "Do you think I ought to be ashamed to say such a thing to you? Well, I"m not. It doesn"t hurt my pride to say it. Not in the least."
She paused for an instant and then went on boldly. "I fancy I am more honest with myself than you are with yourself, Braden."
He looked steadily into her eyes. "You are wrong there," he said quietly.
Then bluntly: "By G.o.d, Anne, if it were not for the one terrible thing that lies between us, I could-I could-"