"I rather think, though," mused Burns, "that I don"t look so much as if there wasn"t anything I couldn"t do as that I thought there wasn"t.
There"s a difference, Jack,--eh? Do I really seem as ready to bounce out of my chair and tackle somebody as that picture makes me look? If I do I need to have a tourniquet applied somewhere about my neck to stop the flow of blood to my b.u.mptious head."
Smiling, Leaver studied the photograph in question. "It"s the best I ever saw of you. It"s precisely that air of being all there and ready for action which is your most endearing characteristic. It is the quality which made me willing to put myself in your hands last April."
"Much obliged. But you didn"t put yourself in my hands. I laid hands on you and tied you down. I couldn"t do it now, though," and Burns turned to survey his friend with satisfaction. "You are in elegant trim, if I do say it who shouldn"t, and that"s why I want a picture of my handiwork--and Nature"s. It"s just possible that Nature deserves some credit, not to mention Amy Mathewson. By the way, she"s another who must have this portrait of you, my boy."
"She certainly shall, if she cares for it," admitted Leaver, gravely.
"I"m very willing to remind her how much I owe her, in that and better ways."
Charlotte appeared. As she set about her work Bob came racing over the lawn and in at the open door.
"Uncle Red, somebody wants you right away quick!" he announced.
"Just my luck! I wanted to help pose the picture," grumbled Burns, but went off, the boy on his shoulder shouting with delight.
The photographer, in the plain dress of dull blue, which, artist-wise, she had chosen as her professional garb, and in which she herself made a picture to be observed with enjoyment, moved deftly about the room arranging her lights and shadows. This done, she turned to her sitter.
When she came in he had been standing before a set of prints upon the wall, studying them critically, but from the moment of her entrance he had been watching her, though he held a photograph in his hand with which he might have seemed to be engaged.
"Ready?" she asked, smiling. "Or, rather, as ready as you ever will be?"
"Does my reluctance show as plainly as that? But I am quite ready now to do your bidding."
"Sit down in that chair, please. But first--I really can"t wait longer to ask you--how is Jamie Ferguson?"
"Doing finely." His face lighted with pleasure at the thought.
"Will he have the full use of his poor little legs?"
"It is too soon to say positively. We hope quite confidently for that result. He shows better powers of recuperation than we dared expect."
"Yesterday," said Charlotte, her hand on a certain bulb out of sight, "Miss Mathewson told me something Jamie had said. It was the most extraordinary thing--"
She related the incident, in which the lad had shyly praised both Leaver and Burns as seeming to him like big brothers. She told it with animation, her watchful eyes on her sitter"s face. At a certain point, just before the climax of the story, she gave the bulb a long, slow pressure; then, ending, she remarked:
"Now, if you are ready, Dr. Leaver."
His face immediately grew grave, lost its expression of interested attention, and set in lines of resignation. She went through a number of motions and announced that the sitting was over.
"It wasn"t so bad, was it?" she questioned, gayly, as she removed the plate she had used. "I"m not even going to try again. I"ve discovered that it"s not always best to repeat an attempt, and when you are pretty sure you have what you want, it doesn"t pay."
"Thank you for making the operation so nearly painless. I haven"t had a photograph taken since I was a medical student, and I wasn"t prepared for so short a trial. But, even so, I felt the desperateness of the situation. Doubtless that will show plainly in the final result."
"Mine is a discreet camera, and doesn"t tell all it sees, so it is possible it may keep your reluctance disguised."
She took away the plate, left him for a few minutes alone among the photographs, and returned.
"It is quite all right, I think, Dr. Leaver," she said, "and the agony is over. You are leaving town to-day?"
He rose. "I go to-night. I should have come to say good-bye, in any case, but, as I go out to Sunny Farm for one more look at the boy, I must be off. So--I"ll make this the good-bye."
"I hope you"ll have the busiest, happiest sort of winter," she said, in the charming, friendly way which was naturally her own. "So busy and so happy you"ll forget this long, trying time of waiting to be well. Surely, the rest--and Dr. Burns--have done the work. When you see the portrait I hope it will show you, better than looking at yourself in any mirror, what good has been done."
"Thank you. I know a great change has been wrought, somehow, thanks to a man who insisted on having his own way when I didn"t want to let him. You expect to stay in this cottage all winter?"
"All winter, and all spring. Imagine us by a splendid fire in this good fireplace."
"I hope it won"t smoke on windy days." Leaver looked doubtfully at it.
"It strikes me as better photographic material than as practical defence against the cold."
"I shall demonstrate that it is entirely practical. And Granny"s little feet will seldom touch the floor. I have a beautiful foot-warmer for her, which will keep her snug as comfort."
"I know you have a strong courage, and will face any discomfort bravely."
His eyes were dwelling upon her face, noting each outline, as if he meant to take the memory of it with him.
"All the courage in the world. What would life be without it? With it, one can do anything."
"I believe you." He was silent for a moment, still looking at her intently. "I wonder," he said then, "if you would be willing to give me something I very much want. I have no right to ask it, and yet, for the sake of many pleasant hours we have spent together--that"s a tame phrase for me to use of them, from my standpoint--for their sake would you be willing to let me have--a picture of yourself? I promise you it shall be seen by no one but myself. It would mean a good deal to me. Yet, if you are not entirely willing, I won"t ask it."
He spoke in the quietest, grave way. After a moment"s hesitation she answered him as quietly.
"I don"t know why I should mind, Dr. Leaver, and yet, somehow, I find I do. Will you believe it"s not because I don"t want to please you?"
His face showed, in spite of him, that the denial hurt him. He held out his hand.
"You are quite right to be frank. Shall we say good-bye? All kinds of success to you this winter--and always."
"Thank you, Dr. Leaver. I give you back the wish."
They shook hands, the two faces smiling at each other. Then he went quickly away. Looking after him she saw that he carried his hat in his hand until he had reached the gate in the hedge. He closed the gate without a backward glance, and in a minute more was out of sight.
She went into her dark-room and examined again the plate she had just developed. Holding it in a certain light, against darkness, she was able to obtain a faint view of the picture as it would be in the print.
Unquestionably she had made a lifelike and extraordinarily attractive portrait of a man of distinguished features, caught at a moment when he had had no notion that the thing was happening. She studied it long and attentively.
"It would have been better if I hadn"t made it," she said slowly to herself. "For now I shall have it to look at, and I shall have to look at it. I"m not strong enough--not strong enough--I don"t _want_ to be strong enough--to forego that!"
After nightfall, on that September evening, Leaver took his departure.
Burns was to convey him in the Imp to the city station, because his train did not stop in the suburban village. For a half-hour before his going Burns"s porch was full, the Macauleys and the Chesters having come over to do Dr. Leaver honour. They found less chance for talking with him than they might have done if he had not gone off with Miss Mathewson for a short walk.
"Something in it, possibly, do you think?" James Macauley asked, in an aside, of Mrs. Burns. "Miss Mathewson certainly has developed a lot of good looks this summer that I, for one, never suspected her of before.
Whether she could interest a man like him I don"t know and can"t guess.
He"s no ordinary man. I didn"t like him much at first, but as he"s improved in health he"s shown up for what he is, and I can understand Red"s interest in getting him on his feet again. He"s certainly on "em now. That was a great stunt he did for the little chap, according to Red.
Looks a bit suggestive of interest, his going off with Miss Amy for a walk, at the last minute, don"t you think? Still, I can"t imagine any man"s looking in that direction when there"s what there is across the street. He hasn"t shown any signs of life, there, has he?"
"Jimmy, you"re a sad gossip. If I knew all these people"s affairs, or if I knew none of them, I shouldn"t discuss them with you. But I"m quite willing to agree with you that both Amy and Charlotte are delightful, each in her way."