CHAPTER XXI
Sidney went into the operating-room late in the spring as the result of a conversation between the younger Wilson and the Head.
"When are you going to put my protegee into the operating-room?" asked Wilson, meeting Miss Gregg in a corridor one bright, spring afternoon.
"That usually comes in the second year, Dr. Wilson."
He smiled down at her. "That isn"t a rule, is it?"
"Not exactly. Miss Page is very young, and of course there are other girls who have not yet had the experience. But, if you make the request--"
"I am going to have some good cases soon. I"ll not make a request, of course; but, if you see fit, it would be good training for Miss Page."
Miss Gregg went on, knowing perfectly that at his next operation Dr.
Wilson would expect Sidney Page in the operating-room. The other doctors were not so exigent. She would have liked to have all the staff old and settled, like Dr. O"Hara or the older Wilson. These young men came in and tore things up.
She sighed as she went on. There were so many things to go wrong. The b.u.t.ter had been bad--she must speak to the matron. The sterilizer in the operating-room was out of order--that meant a quarrel with the chief engineer. Requisitions were too heavy--that meant going around to the wards and suggesting to the head nurses that lead pencils and bandages and adhesive plaster and safety-pins cost money.
It was particularly inconvenient to move Sidney just then. Carlotta Harrison was off duty, ill. She had been ailing for a month, and now she was down with a temperature. As the Head went toward Sidney"s ward, her busy mind was playing her nurses in their wards like pieces on a checkerboard.
Sidney went into the operating-room that afternoon. For her blue uniform, kerchief, and cap she exchanged the hideous operating-room garb: long, straight white gown with short sleeves and mob-cap, gray-white from many sterilizations. But the ugly costume seemed to emphasize her beauty, as the habit of a nun often brings out the placid saintliness of her face.
The relationship between Sidney and Max had reached that point that occurs in all relationships between men and women: when things must either go forward or go back, but cannot remain as they are. The condition had existed for the last three months. It exasperated the man.
As a matter of fact, Wilson could not go ahead. The situation with Carlotta had become tense, irritating. He felt that she stood ready to block any move he made. He would not go back, and he dared not go forward.
If Sidney was puzzled, she kept it bravely to herself. In her little room at night, with the door carefully locked, she tried to think things out. There were a few treasures that she looked over regularly: a dried flower from the Christmas roses; a label that he had pasted playfully on the back of her hand one day after the rush of surgical dressings was over and which said "Rx, Take once and forever."
There was another piece of paper over which Sidney spent much time. It was a page torn out of an order book, and it read: "Sigsbee may have light diet; Rosenfeld ma.s.sage." Underneath was written, very small:
"You are the most beautiful person in the world."
Two reasons had prompted Wilson to request to have Sidney in the operating-room. He wanted her with him, and he wanted her to see him at work: the age-old instinct of the male to have his woman see him at his best.
He was in high spirits that first day of Sidney"s operating-room experience. For the time at least, Carlotta was out of the way. Her somber eyes no longer watched him. Once he looked up from his work and glanced at Sidney where she stood at strained attention.
"Feeling faint?" he said.
She colored under the eyes that were turned on her.
"No, Dr. Wilson."
"A great many of them faint on the first day. We sometimes have them lying all over the floor."
He challenged Miss Gregg with his eyes, and she reproved him with a shake of her head, as she might a bad boy.
One way and another, he managed to turn the attention of the operating-room to Sidney several times. It suited his whim, and it did more than that: it gave him a chance to speak to her in his teasing way.
Sidney came through the operation as if she had been through fire--taut as a string, rather pale, but undaunted. But when the last case had been taken out, Max dropped his bantering manner. The internes were looking over instruments; the nurses were busy on the hundred and one tasks of clearing up; so he had a chance for a word with her alone.
"I am proud of you, Sidney; you came through it like a soldier."
"You made it very hard for me."
A nurse was coming toward him; he had only a moment.
"I shall leave a note in the mail-box," he said quickly, and proceeded with the scrubbing of his hands which signified the end of the day"s work.
The operations had lasted until late in the afternoon. The night nurses had taken up their stations; prayers were over. The internes were gathered in the smoking-room, threshing over the day"s work, as was their custom. When Sidney was free, she went to the office for the note.
It was very brief:--
I have something I want to say to you, dear. I think you know what it is. I never see you alone at home any more. If you can get off for an hour, won"t you take the trolley to the end of Division Street? I"ll be there with the car at eight-thirty, and I promise to have you back by ten o"clock.
MAX.
The office was empty. No one saw her as she stood by the mail-box. The ticking of the office clock, the heavy rumble of a dray outside, the roll of the ambulance as it went out through the gateway, and in her hand the realization of what she had never confessed as a hope, even to herself! He, the great one, was going to stoop to her. It had been in his eyes that afternoon; it was there, in his letter, now.
It was eight by the office clock. To get out of her uniform and into street clothing, fifteen minutes; on the trolley, another fifteen. She would need to hurry.
But she did not meet him, after all. Miss Wardwell met her in the upper hall.
"Did you get my message?" she asked anxiously.
"What message?"
"Miss Harrison wants to see you. She has been moved to a private room."
Sidney glanced at K."s little watch.
"Must she see me to-night?"
"She has been waiting for hours--ever since you went to the operating-room."
Sidney sighed, but she went to Carlotta at once. The girl"s condition was puzzling the staff. There was talk of "T.R."--which is hospital for "typhoid restrictions." But T.R. has apathy, generally, and Carlotta was not apathetic. Sidney found her tossing restlessly on her high white bed, and put her cool hand over Carlotta"s hot one.
"Did you send for me?"
"Hours ago." Then, seeing her operating-room uniform: "You"ve been THERE, have you?"
"Is there anything I can do, Carlotta?"
Excitement had dyed Sidney"s cheeks with color and made her eyes luminous. The girl in the bed eyed her, and then abruptly drew her hand away.
"Were you going out?"
"Yes; but not right away."