"They did go back and find him, fortunately," admitted Molly.
"He was the first and only boy friend I have ever had," continued Nance in a tone of extreme bitterness. "I always thought I was a wallflower until I met him. Other girls like you two and Jessie have lots of friends and can spare one. But I haven"t any to spare. I only have Andy." Her voice broke and she began to sob, "Oh, why was I so stubborn and cruel that night?"
Judy crept over and locked the door. She was sore in mind and body at sight of Nance"s misery.
"I feel like a whipped cur," she thought. "Just as if someone had beaten me with a stick. Poor old Nance!"
"You mustn"t feel so hopeless about it, Nance dear," Molly was saying.
"I"m sure he"ll pull through. They wouldn"t have brought him all this distance if he had been so badly off."
"They have brought him home to die!" cried Nance fiercely. "And I did it. I did it!" she rocked herself back and forth. "I want to be alone,"
she said suddenly.
"Of course, dear Nance, no one shall disturb you," said Molly, taking a pile of books off the table and a "Busy" sign, which she hung on the door. "We"ll bring up your supper. Don"t come down this evening."
But when the girls returned some hours later with a tray of food, Nance had gone to bed and turned her face to the wall, and she refused to eat a morsel. All next day it was the same. Nance remained in bed, ruthlessly cutting lessons and refusing to take anything but a cup of soup at lunch time. The girls called at Dr. McLean"s to inquire for Andy and found that his condition was much the same. Nance"s condition was the same, too. She turned a deaf ear to all their arguments and declined to be reasoned with.
"She can"t lie there forever," Judy exclaimed at last.
"But what are we to do, Judy?" Molly asked. "She"s just nursing her troubles until she"ll go into melancholia! I would go to Mrs. McLean, but she won"t see anyone and the doctor is too unhappy to listen. I tried to tell him about Nance and he didn"t hear a word I was saying. I didn"t realize how much they adored Andy."
Judy could offer no suggestion and Molly went off to the Library to think.
It occurred to her that Professor Green might give her some advice. He knew all about the friendship between Nance and Andy, and, besides, he had interested himself once before in Nance"s troubles when he arranged for her to go to the McLeans" supper party the year before. Molly glanced at the clock. It was nearly half-past four.
"He"ll probably be in his little cloister study right now," she said to herself, and in three minutes she was rapping on the oak door in the corridor marked "E. Green."
"Come in," called the Professor.
He was sitting at his study table, his back turned to her, writing busily.
"You"re late, Dodo," he continued, without looking up. "I expected you in time for lunch. Sit down and wait. I can"t stop now. Don"t speak to me for fifteen minutes. I"m finishing something that must go by the six o"clock mail."
Molly sank into the depths of the nearest chair while the Professor"s pen scratched up and down monotonously. Not since the famous night of her Freshman year when she was locked in the cloisters had she been in the Professor"s sanctum, and she looked about her with much curiosity.
"I wish I had one just like it," she thought. "It"s so peaceful and quiet, just the place to work in and write books on "The Elizabethan Drama," and lyric poetry, and comic operas----"
There was a nice leathery smell in the atmosphere of book bindings mingled with tobacco smoke, and the only ornament she could discover, except a small bronze bust of Voltaire and a life mask of Keats, was a glazed paper weight in the very cerulean blue she herself was so fond of. It caught the fading light from the window and shone forth from the desk like a bit of blue sky.
Molly was sitting in a high back leather chair, which quite hid her from Judith Blount, who presently, knocking on the door and opening it at the same moment, entered the room like a hurricane.
"Cousin Edwin, may I come in? I want to ask you something----"
"I can"t possibly see you now, Judith. You must wait until to-morrow.
I"m very busy."
"Oh, pshaw!" exclaimed the girl and banged the door as she departed into the corridor.
What a jarring element she was in all that peaceful stillness! The m.u.f.fled noises in the Quadrangle seemed a hundred miles away. Molly rose and tiptoed to the door.
"He"ll be angrier than ever if he should find me here," she thought.
"I"ll just get out quietly and explain some other time."
Her hand was already on the doork.n.o.b when the Professor wheeled around and faced her.
"Why, Miss Brown," he exclaimed, "was it you all the time? I might have known my clumsy brother couldn"t have been so quiet."
"Please excuse me," faltered Molly. "I am sure you are very busy. I am awfully sorry to have disturbed you."
"Nonsense! It"s only unimportant things I won"t be bothered with, like the absurd questions Judith thinks up to ask me and Dodo"s gossip about the fellows at Exmoor. But I am well aware that you never waste time. I suspect you of being one of the busiest little ladies in Wellington."
Molly smiled. Somehow, she liked to be called a "little lady" by this distinguished professor.
"But your letter that must go by the six mail?"
"That can wait until morning," he said.
He had just said it was to go at six, but, of course, he had a right to change his mind.
"Sit down and tell me what"s the trouble. Have you had bad news from home?"
"No, it"s about Nance," she began, and told him the whole story. "You see," she finished, "Nance has had so few friends, and she is very fond of Andy. Because she thinks the accident was her fault, she is just grieving herself into an awful state."
The Professor sat with his chin resting on his hand.
"Poor little girl!" he said. "And the Doctor and Mrs. McLean are in almost as bad a state themselves. You know it"s just a chance that Andy will pull through. He has developed pneumonia."
"Oh, dear, with all those broken bones and that terrible gash! Isn"t it dreadful?"
"Pretty bad. Have you tried talking to Miss Oldham?"
"I"ve tried everything and nothing will move her. It"s just a kind of stubborn misery that seems to have paralyzed her, mind and body."
The two sat in silence for a moment, then the Professor said:
"Suppose I go down to Queen"s to-night and see Miss Oldham? Do you think she could be induced to come down into Mrs. Markham"s sitting room and have a talk with me?"
"I should think so. She wouldn"t have the courage to decline to see one of the faculty."
"Very well. If she is roused to get up and come down stairs, she may come to her senses. But don"t go yet. I have something to tell you, something that doesn"t concern Miss Oldham but--er--myself. Do you remember the opera I told you about?"
Molly nodded.
"It"s going into rehearsal Christmas week and will open in six weeks.
Are you pleased?"
Molly was pleased, of course. She was always glad of other people"s good luck.
"How would you like to go to the opening?" he asked.