But suppose d.i.c.k insisted on clearing everything up before he married?
For to Lucy it was unthinkable that any girl in her senses would refuse him. Suppose he went back to Norada? He had not changed greatly in ten years. He had been well known there, a conspicuous figure.
Her mind began to turn on the possibility of keeping him away from Norada.
Some time later she heard the office door open and then close with d.i.c.k"s characteristic slam. He came up the stairs, two at a time as was his custom, and knocked at her door. When he came in she saw what David"s answer had been, and she closed her eyes for an instant.
"Put on your things," he said gayly, "and we"ll take a ride on the hill-tops. I"ve arranged for a moon."
And when she hesitated:
"It makes you sleep, you know. I"m going, if I have to ride alone and talk to an imaginary lady beside me."
She rather imagined that that had been his first idea, modified by his thought of her. She went over and put a wrinkled hand on his arm.
"You look happy, d.i.c.k," she said wistfully.
"I am happy, Aunt Lucy," he replied, and bending over, kissed her.
On Wednesday he was in a state of alternating high spirits and periods of silence. Even Minnie noticed it.
"Mr. d.i.c.k"s that queer I hardly know how to take him." she said to Lucy. "He came back and asked for noodle soup, and he put about all the hardware in the kitchen on him and said he was a knight in armor. And when I took the soup in he didn"t eat it."
It was when he was ready to go out that Lucy"s fears were realized. He came in, as always when anything unusual was afoot, to let her look him over. He knew that she waited for him, to give his tie a final pat, to inspect the laundering of his shirt bosom, to pick imaginary threads off his dinner coat.
"Well?" he said, standing before her, "how"s this? Art can do no more, Mrs. Crosby."
"I"ll brush your back," she said, and brought the brush. He stooped to her, according to the little ceremony she had established, and she made little dabs at his speckless back. "There, that"s better."
He straightened.
"How do you think Uncle David is?" he asked, unexpectedly.
"Better than he has been in years. Why?"
"Because I"m thinking of taking a little trip. Only ten days," he added, seeing her face. "You could house-clean my office while I"m away. You know you"ve been wanting to."
She dropped the brush, and he stooped to pick it up. That gave her a moment.
""Where?" she managed.
"To Dry River, by way of Norada."
"Why should you go back there?" she asked, in a carefully suppressed voice. "Why don"t you go East? You"ve wanted to go back to Johns Hopkins for months?"
"On the other hand, why shouldn"t I go back to Norada?" he asked, with an affectation of lightness. Then he put his hand on her shoulders. "Why shouldn"t I go back and clear things up in my own mind? Why shouldn"t I find out, for instance, that I am a free man?"
"You are free."
"I"ve got to know," he said, almost doggedly. "I can"t take a chance. I believe I am. I believe David, of course. But anyhow I"d like to see the ranch. I want to see Maggie Donaldson."
"She"s not at the ranch. Her husband died, you know."
"I have an idea I can find her," he said. "I"ll make a good try, anyhow."
When he had gone she got her salts bottle and lay down on her bed. Her heart was hammering wildly.
Elizabeth was waiting for him in the living-room, in the midst of her family. She looked absurdly young and very pretty, and he had a momentary misgiving that he was old to her, and that--Heaven save the mark!--that she looked up to him. He considered the blue dress the height of fashion and the mold of form, and having taken off his overcoat in the hall, tried to put on Mr. Wheeler"s instead in his excitement. Also, becoming very dignified after the overcoat incident, and making an exit which should conceal his wild exultation and show only polite pleasure, he stumbled over Micky, so that they finally departed to a series of staccato yelps.
He felt very hot and slightly ridiculous as he tucked Elizabeth into the little car, being very particular about her feet, and starting with extreme care, so as not to jar her. He had the feeling of being entrusted temporarily with something infinitely precious, and very, very dear. Something that must never suffer or be hurt.
VI
On Wednesday morning David was in an office in the city. He sat forward on the edge of his chair, and from time to time he took out his handkerchief and wiped his face or polished his gla.s.ses, quite unconscious of either action. He was in his best suit, with the tie Lucy had given him for Christmas.
Across from him, barricaded behind a great mahogany desk, sat a small man with keen eyes and a neat brown beard. On the desk were a spotless blotter, an inkstand of silver and a pen. Nothing else. The terrible order of the place had at first rather oppressed David.
The small man was answering a question.
"Rather on the contrary, I should say. The stronger the character the greater the smash."
David pondered this.
"I"ve read all you"ve written on the subject," he said finally.
"Especially since the war."
The psycho-a.n.a.lyst put his finger tips together, judicially. "Yes. The war bore me out," he observed with a certain complacence. "It added a great deal to our literature, too, although some of the positions are not well taken. Van Alston, for instance--"
"You have said, I think, that every man has a breaking point."
"Absolutely. All of us. We can go just so far. Where the mind is strong and very sound we can go further than when it is not. Some men, for instance, lead lives that would break you or me. Was there--was there such a history in this case?"
"Yes." Doctor David"s voice was reluctant.
"The mind is a strange thing," went on the little man, musingly. "It has its censors, that go off duty during sleep. Our sternest and often unconscious repressions pa.s.s them then, and emerge in the form of dreams. But of course you know all that. Dream symbolism. Does the person in this case dream? That would be interesting, perhaps important."
"I don"t know," David said unhappily.
"The walling off, you say, followed a shock?"
"Shock and serious illness."
"Was there fear with the shock?"
David hesitated. "Yes," he said finally. "Very great fear, I believe."