"Dr. Harpe."
"What--again?"
There was a suspicion of irritation in his voice, for now that he came to think of it, he and Augusta had not dined alone a single evening that week.
"What of it? Do you mind, Phidias?"
"Oh, no; only isn"t she crowding the mourners a little? Isn"t she rather regular?"
"I asked her," Mrs. Symes replied uneasily.
"It"s all right; I"m not complaining--only why don"t you ask some one else occasionally?"
"I don"t want them," she answered bluntly.
"The best of reasons, my dear," and Symes turned away to complete his own toilet while Augusta hastened out of the room to greet the Doctor.
Symes wondered if the installation of a meal ticket system at the Terriberry House had anything to do with the frequency with which he found Dr. Harpe at his table, and was immediately ashamed of himself for the thought. It recalled, however, an incident which had amused him, though it had since slipped his mind. He had found a pie in his writing desk and had asked Grandma Kunkel, who still formed a part of his unique menage, for an explanation.
"I"m hidin" it," she had answered shortly.
"From whom?"
"Dr. Harpe. I have to do it if I want anything for the next meal. She helps herself. She"s got an awful appet.i.te."
He had laughed at the time at her injured tone and angry eyes and he smiled now at the recollection. It was obvious that she did not like Dr.
Harpe, and he was not sure, he could not exactly say, that he liked her himself, or rather, he did not entirely like this sudden and violent intimacy between her and Augusta, which brought her so constantly to the house. Some time he meant to ask Grandmother Kunkel why she so resented Dr. Harpe"s presence.
Dr. Harpe was seated in a porch chair, with one leg thrown over the arm, swinging her dangling foot, when Mrs. Symes appeared. She turned her head and eyed her critically, as she stood in the doorway.
"Gus, you"re gettin" to be a looker."
Mrs. Symes smiled with pleasure at the compliment.
"You are for a fact; that"s a nifty way you have of doin" your hair and you walk as if you had some gumption. Come here, Gus."
Dr. Harpe pushed her unpinned Stetson to the back of her head with a careless gesture; it was a man"s gesture and her strong hand beneath the stiff cuff of her tailored shirtwaist strengthened the impression of masculinity.
She arose and motioned Mrs. Symes to take the chair she had vacated while she seated herself upon the arm.
"Where have you been all day?" There was reproach in Mrs. Symes"s dark eyes as she raised them to the woman"s face.
"Have you missed me?" A faint smile curved Dr. Harpe"s lips.
"Missed you! I"ve been so nervous and restless all day that I couldn"t sit still."
"Why didn"t you come over to the hotel?" Dr. Harpe was watching her troubled face intently.
"I wanted to--I wanted to go so much that I determined not to give in to the feeling. Really it frightened me."
Dr. Harpe"s eyes looked a muddy green, like the sea when it washes among the piling.
"Perhaps I was wishing for you--_willing_ you to come."
"Were you? I felt as though something was _making_ me go, making me almost against my will, and each time I started toward the door I simply had to force myself to go back. I can"t explain exactly, but it was so strange."
"Very strange, Gus." Her eyes now held a curious gleam. "But the next time you want to come--_come_, do you hear? I shall be wishing for you."
"But why did you stay away all day?"
"I wanted to see if you would miss me--how much."
"I was miserably lonesome. Don"t do it again--please!"
"You have your Phidias." There was a sneer in her voice.
"Oh, yes," Mrs. Symes responded simply, "but he has been gone all day."
"All day! Dreadful--how very sad!" She laughed disagreeably. "And are you still so desperately in love with Phidias?"
"Of course. Why not? He"s very good to me. Did you imagine I was not?"
"Oh, no," the other returned carelessly.
"Then why did you ask?"
"No reason at all except that--I like you pretty well myself. Clothes have been the making of you, Gus. You"re an attractive woman now."
Mrs. Symes flushed with pleasure at the unusual compliment from Doctor Harpe.
"Am I? Really?"
"You are. I like women anyhow; men bore me mostly. I had a desperate "crush" at boarding-school, but she quit me cold when she married. I"ve taken a great shine to you, Gus; and there"s one thing you mustn"t forget."
"What"s that?" Mrs. Symes asked, smiling.
"I"m jealous--of your Phidias."
"How absurd!" Mrs. Symes laughed aloud.
"I mean it." Dr. Harpe spoke lightly and there was a smile upon her straight lips, but earnestness, a kind of warning, was in her eyes.
A clatter of tinware at the kitchen window attracted Symes"s attention as he came from the bedroom.
"What"s the matter, grandmother?" he asked in the teasing tone he sometimes used in speaking to her. "Not the cooking sherry, I hope."
She did not smile at his badinage.