"Talk to him as you would to me," replied Charlton. "He is a sensible man. I"ve already told him pretty much everything. It has kept him from fretting, to be able to lie there quietly and make his plans."
Had you looked in upon Victor and Selma, in Colman"s little transformed parlor, you would rather have thought Selma the invalid. The man in the bed was pale and thin of face, but his eyes had the expression of health and of hope. Selma had great circles under her eyes and her expression was despair struggling to conceal itself. Those indictments, those injunctions--how powerful the enemy were! How could such an enemy, aroused new and inflexibly resolved, be combatted?--especially when one had no money, no way of reaching the people, no chance to organize.
"Dr. Charlton has told you?" said Selma.
"Day before yesterday," replied Victor. "Why do you look so down-in-the-mouth, Selma?"
"It isn"t easy to be cheerful, with you ill and the paper destroyed,"
replied she.
"But I"m not ill, and the paper isn"t destroyed," said Victor. "Never were either I or it doing such good work as now." His eyes were dancing. "What more could one ask than to have such stupid enemies as we"ve got?"
Selma did not lift her eyes. To her those enemies seemed anything but stupid. Had they not ruined the League?
"I see you don"t understand," pursued Victor. "No matter. You"ll wear a very different face two weeks from now."
"But," said Selma, "exactly what you said you were afraid of has occurred. And now you say you"re glad of it."
"I told you I was afraid d.i.c.k Kelly would make the one move that could destroy us."
"But he has!" cried Selma.
Victor smiled. "No, indeed!" replied he.
"What worse could he have done?"
"I"ll not tell you," said Victor. "I"d not venture to say aloud such a dangerous thing as what I"d have done if I had been in his place.
Instead of doing that, he made us. We shall win this fall"s election."
Selma lifted her head with a sudden gesture of hope. She had unbounded confidence in Victor Dorn, and his tone was the tone of absolute confidence.
"I had calculated on winning in five years. I had left the brutal stupidity of our friend Kelly out of account."
"Then you see how you can hold meetings and start up the paper?"
"I don"t want to do either," said Victor. "I want those injunctions to stand. Those fools have done at a stroke what we couldn"t have done in years. They have united the working cla.s.s. They--the few--have forbidden us, the many, to unite or to speak. If those injunctions hold for a month, nothing could stop our winning this fall.... I can"t understand how d.i.c.k Kelly could be so stupid. Five years ago these moves of his would have been bad for us--yes, even three years ago.
But we"ve got too strong--and he doesn"t realize! Selma, when you want to win, always pray that your opponent will underestimate you."
"I still don"t understand," said Selma. "None of us does. You must explain to me, so that I"ll know what to do."
"Do nothing," said Victor. "I shall be out a week from to-day. I shall not go into the streets until I not only am well but look well."
"They arrested Tom Colman to-day," said Selma. "But they put the case over until you"d be able to plead at the same time."
"That"s right," said Victor. "They are playing into our hands!" And he laughed as heartily as his bandages would permit.
"Oh, I don"t understand--I don"t understand at all!" cried Selma.
"Maybe you are all wrong about it."
"I was never more certain in my life," replied Victor. "Stop worrying about it, my dear." And he patted her hands gently as they lay folded in her lap. "I want you--all our people--to go round looking sad these next few days. I want d.i.c.k Kelly to feel that he is on the right track."
There came a knock at the door, and Mrs. Colman entered. She had been a school teacher, and of all the occupations there is no other that leaves such plain, such indelible traces upon manner, mind and soul.
Said she:
"Miss Jane Hastings is outside in her carriage--and wants to know if she can see you."
Selma frowned. Victor said with alacrity: "Certainly. Bring her in, Mrs. Colman."
Selma rose. "Wait until I can get out of the way," she cried.
"Sit down, and sit still," commanded Victor.
Selma continued to move toward the door. "No--I don"t wish to see her," she said.
Victor chagrined her by acquiescing without another word. "You"ll look in after supper?" he asked.
"If you want me," said the girl.
"Come back here," said Victor. "Wait, Mrs. Colman." When Selma was standing by the bed he took her hand. "Selma," he said, "don"t let these things upset you. Believe me, I"m right. Can"t you trust me?"
Selma had the look of a wild creature detained against its will. "I"m not worried about the party--and the paper," she burst out. "I"m worried about you."
"But I"m all right. Can"t you see I"m almost well?"
Selma drew her hand away. "I"ll be back about half-past seven," she said, and bolted from the room.
Victor"s good-natured, merry smile followed her to the door. When the sound of her retreat by way of the rear of the house was dying away he said to Mrs. Colman:
"Now--bring in the young lady. And please warn her that she must stay at most only half an hour by that clock over there on the mantel."
Every day Jane had been coming to inquire, had been bringing or sending flowers and fruit--which, by Dr. Charlton"s orders, were not supposed to enter the invalid"s presence. Latterly she had been asking to see Victor; she was surprised when Mrs. Colman returned with leave for her to enter. Said Mrs. Colman:
"He"s alone. Miss Gordon has just gone. You will see a clock on the mantel in his room. You must not stay longer than half an hour."
"I shall be very careful what I say," said Jane.
"Oh, you needn"t bother," said the ex-school teacher. "Dr. Charlton doesn"t believe in sick-room atmosphere. You must treat Mr. Dorn exactly as you would a well person. If you"re going to take on, or put on, you"d better not go in at all."
"I"ll do my best," said Jane, rather haughtily, for she did not like Mrs. Colman"s simple and direct manner. She was used to being treated with deference, especially by the women of Mrs. Colman"s cla.s.s; and while she disapproved of deference in theory, in practice she craved it, and expected it, and was irritated if she did not get it. But, as she realized how unattractive this weakness was, she usually took perhaps more pains than does the average person to conceal it. That day her nerves were too tense for petty precautions. However, Mrs.
Colman was too busy inspecting the details of Miss Hastings" toilet to note Miss Hastings" manners.
Jane"s nervousness vanished the instant she was in the doorway of the parlor with Victor Dorn looking at her in that splendidly simple and natural way of his. "So glad to see you," he said. "What a delightful perfume you bring with you. I"ve noticed it before. I know it isn"t flowers, but it smells like flowers. With most perfumes you can smell through the perfume to something that"s the very reverse of sweet."
They were shaking hands. She said: "That nice woman who let me in cautioned me not to put on a sick-room manner or indulge in sick-room talk. It was quite unnecessary. You"re looking fine."
"Ain"t I, though?" exclaimed Victor. "I"ve never been so comfortable.
Just weak enough to like being waited on. You were very good to me the night that stone knocked me over. I want to thank you, but I don"t know how. And the flowers, and the fruit--You have been so kind."
"I could do very little," said Jane, blushing and faltering. "And I wanted to do--everything." Suddenly all energy, "Oh, Mr. Dorn, I heard and saw it all. It was--INFAMOUS! And the lying newspapers--and all the people I meet socially. They keep me in a constant rage."