"It did not go to Braden, Mrs. Wintermill," said Anne levelly. "It is in trust."
Mrs. Wintermill smiled. "Oh, nothing will come of that," she said. "Percy says that you could bet your boots that Braden would have contested if things had been the other way round."
"I"m sure I don"t know," said Anne briefly.
"I hear that he is hanging on in spite of what the world says about him, trying to get a practice. Percy sees him quite frequently. He"s really sorry for him. When Percy likes a person nothing in the world can turn him against-why, he would lend him money as long as his own lasted. He-"
"Has Braden borrowed money from Percy?" demanded Anne quickly.
"I did not say that he had, my dear," said the other reprovingly. "I merely said that he would lend it to him in any amount if he asked for it.
Of course, Braden would probably go to Simmy Dodge in case of-they are almost inseparable, you know. Simmy has been quite a brick, sticking to him like this. My dear,"-leaning a little closer and lowering her voice on Ludwig"s account,-"do you know that the poor fellow didn"t have a patient for nearly six months? People wouldn"t go near him. I hear that he has been doing better of late. I think it was Percy who said that he had operated successfully on a man who had gall stones. Oh, yes, I quite forgot that Percy says he has twenty-five thousand dollars a year as wages for acting as trustee. I fancy he doesn"t hesitate to use it to the best advantage. As long as he has that, I dare say he will not starve or go naked."
Receiving no response from Anne, she took courage and playfully shook her finger at the young woman. "Wasn"t there some ridiculous talk of an adolescent engagement a few years ago? How queer nature is! I can"t imagine you even being interested in him. So soggy and emotionless, and you so full of life and verve and-Still they say he is completely wrapped up in his profession, such as it is. I"ve always said that a daughter of mine should never marry a doctor. As a matter of fact, a doctor never should marry. No woman should be subjected to the life that a doctor"s wife has to lead. In the first place, if he is any good at all in his profession, he can"t afford to give her any time or thought, and then there is always the danger one runs from women patients. You never could be quite sure that everything was all right, don"t you know. Besides, I"ve always had a horror of the infectious diseases they may be carrying around in their-why, think of small-pox and diphtheria and scarlet fever! Those diseases-"
"My dear Mrs. Wintermill," interrupted Anne, with a smile, "I am not thinking of marrying a doctor."
"Of course you are not," said Mrs. Wintermill promptly. "I wasn"t thinking of that. I-"
"Besides, there is a lot of difference between a surgeon and a regular pract.i.tioner. Surgeons do not treat small-pox and that sort of thing. You couldn"t object to a surgeon, could you?" She spoke very sweetly and without a trace of ridicule in her manner.
"I have a horror of surgeons," said the other, catching at her purse as it once more started to slip from her capacious lap. She got it in time.
"Blood on their hands every time they earn a fee. No, thank you. I am not a sanguinary person."
All of which leads up to the belated announcement that Mrs. Wintermill was extremely desirous of having the beautiful and wealthy widow of Templeton Thorpe for a daughter-in-law.
"I suppose you know that James,-but naturally you wouldn"t know, having just landed, my dear Jane. You haven"t seen Braden Thorpe, so it isn"t likely that you could have heard. I fancy he isn"t saying much about it, in any event. The world is too eager to rake up things against him in view of his extraordinary ideas on-"
"You were speaking of James, but _what_ James, Mrs. Wintermill?"
interrupted Anne, sensing.
Mrs. Wintermill lowered her voice. "Inasmuch as you are rather closely related to Braden by marriage, you will be interested to know that he is to perform a very serious operation upon James Marraville." There was no mistaking the awe in her voice.
"The banker?"
"The great James Marraville," said Mrs. Wintermill, suddenly pa.s.sing her handkerchief over her brow. "He is said to be in a hopeless condition,"
she added, p.r.o.nouncing the words slowly.
"I-I had not heard of it, Mrs. Wintermill," murmured Anne, going cold to the very marrow.
"Every one has given him up. It is terrible. A few days ago he sent for Braden Thorpe and-well, it was announced in the papers that there will be an operation to-morrow or the next day. Of course, he cannot survive it.
That is admitted by every one. Mr. Wintermill went over to see him last night. He was really shocked to find Mr. Marraville quite cheerful and-contented. I fancy you know what that means."
"And Braden is going to operate?" said Anne slowly.
"No one else will undertake it, of course," said the other, something like a triumphant note in her voice.
"What a wonderful thing it would be for Braden if he were to succeed,"
cried Anne, battling against her own sickening conviction. "Think what it would mean if he were to save the life of a man so important as James Marraville,-one of the most talked-of men in the country. It would-"
"But he will not save the man"s life," said Mrs. Wintermill significantly.
"I do not believe that Marraville himself expects that." She hesitated for an instant. "It is really dreadful that Braden should have achieved so much notoriety on account of-I _beg_ your pardon!"
Anne had arisen and was standing over her visitor in an att.i.tude at once menacing and theatric. The old lady blinked and caught her breath.
"If you are trying to make me believe, Mrs. Wintermill, that Braden would consent to-But, why should I insult him by attempting to defend him when no defence is necessary? I know him well enough to say that he would not operate on James Marraville for all the money in the world unless he believed that there was a chance to pull him through." She spoke rapidly and rather too intensely for Mrs. Wintermill"s peace of mind.
"That is just what Percy says," stammered the older woman hastily. "He believes in Braden. He says it"s all tommyrot about Marraville paying him to put him out of his misery. My dear, I don"t believe there is a more loyal creature on earth than Percy Wintermill. He-"
Percy was announced at that instant. He came quickly into the room and, failing utterly to see his mother, went up to Anne and inquired what the deuce had happened to prevent her coming to luncheon, and why she didn"t have the grace to let him know, and what did she take him for, anyway.
"Elaine and I stood around over there for an hour,-an hour, do you get that?-biting everything but food, and-"
"I"m awfully sorry, Percy," said Anne calmly. "I wouldn"t offend Elaine for the world. She"s-"
"Elaine? What about me? Elaine took it as a joke, confound her,-but I didn"t. Now see here, Anne, old girl, you know I"m not in the habit of being-"
"Here is your mother, Percy," interrupted Anne coldly.
"h.e.l.lo! You still waiting for me, mother? I say, what do you think Anne"s been doing to your angel child? Forgetting that he"s on earth, that"s all.
Now, where were you, Anne, and what"s the racket? I"m not in the habit of being-"
"I forgot all about it, Percy," confessed Anne deliberately. She was conscious of a sadly unfeminine longing to see just how Percy"s nose _could_ look under certain conditions. "I couldn"t say that to you over the phone, however,-could I?"
"Anne"s sister-in-law is expecting a baby," put in Mrs. Wintermill fatuously. This would never do! Percy ought to know better than to say such things to Anne. What on earth had got into him? Except for the foregoing effort, however, she was quite speechless.
"What"s that got to do with it?" demanded Percy, chucking his gloves toward the piano. He faced Anne once more, prepared to insist on full satisfaction. The look in her eyes, however, caused him to refrain from pursuing his tactics. He smiled in a sickly fashion and said, after a moment devoted to reconstruction: "But, never mind, Anne; I was only having a little fun bullying you. That"s a man"s privilege, don"t you know. We"ll try it again to-morrow, if you say so."
"I have an engagement," said Anne briefly. The next instant she smiled.
"Next week perhaps, if you will allow me the privilege of forgetting again."
"Oh, I say!" said Percy, blinking his eyes. How was he to take that sort of talk? He didn"t know. And for fear that he might say the wrong thing if he attempted to respond to her humour, he turned to his mother and remarked: "Don"t wait for me, mother. Run along, do. I"m going to stop for a chat with Anne."
As Mrs. Wintermill went out she met Simmy Dodge in the hall.
"Would you mind, Simmy dear, coming down to the automobile with me?" she said quickly. "I-I think I feel a bit faint."
"I"ll drive home with you, if you like," said the good Simmy, solicitously.
CHAPTER XXIII
She saw by the evening papers that the operation on Marraville was to take place the next day. That night she slept but little. When her maid roused her from the slumber that came long after the sun was up, she immediately called for the morning papers. In her heart she was hoping, almost praying that they would report the death of James Marraville during the night.
Then, as she read with burning eyes, she found herself hoping against hope that the old man would, at the last moment, refuse to undergo the operation, or that some member of his family would protest. But even as she hoped, she knew that there would be no objection on the part of either Marraville or his children. He was an old man, he was fatally ill, he was through with life. There would be no obstacle placed in the way of Death.
His time had come and there was no one to ask for a respite. He would die under the knife and every one would be convinced that it was for the best.
As she sat up in bed, staring before her with bleak, unseeing eyes, she had an inward vision of this rich man"s family counting in advance the profits of the day"s business! Braden Thorpe was to be the only victim. He was to be the one to suffer. Two big tears grew in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. She had never loved Braden Thorpe as she loved him now.