Van Lennop toyed with her fan and talked idly of impersonal things, but there was a veiled look of curiosity in his eyes, a kind of puzzled wonder each time that they rested upon her face. As he covertly studied her altered expression and manner, strongly conscious of the different atmosphere which she created, there rose persistently in his mind Stevenson"s story of the strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He could not conceive a more striking example of dual personality or double consciousness than Dr. Harpe now presented. There was a girlish shyness in her fluttering glance, honesty in the depths of her limpid hazel eyes, while her white, unmarred forehead suggested the serenity of a good woman, and Van Lennop was dimly conscious that for some undefined reason he never had thought of her as that. She had personal magnetism--that he had conceded from the first, for invariably he had found himself sensible of her presence even when disliking her the most.
To-night he was more strongly aware of it than ever.
"You are enjoying the evening?"
"Isn"t that apparent?" A twinkle shone for a moment in his eyes. "And you?" adding quickly, "An unnecessary question--your face is the answer."
She laughed lightly.
"It doesn"t belie me, for I like this--immensely. Flossying up occasionally helps me keep my self-respect. You didn"t expect to find this sort of thing out here, did you?"
He looked at her oddly, not sure that she was serious. Was it possible that she did not see the raw absurdity of it all? Somehow he had thought that she "belonged" a little more than this; her unusual self-possession gave the impression perhaps. He glanced at the attenuated Mrs. Percy Parrott, at Mrs. Sylva.n.u.s Starr, exhilarated by numerous gla.s.ses of punch, capering through an impromptu cakewalk with Tinhorn Frank, at Mrs. Andy P. Symes, solemn and as stiffly erect as a ramrod, trying to manage her first train, and Van Lennop"s lips curved upward ever so slightly, but his voice had the proper gravity when he replied:
"Scarcely."
She shot a quick look at him.
"You _don"t_ like it," she a.s.serted.
Van Lennop smiled slightly at her keenness.
"To be candid, I don"t. The West has always been a bit of a hobby of mine since I was a lad and adored Davy Crockett and strained my eyes over the adventures of Lewis and Clark. I like the picturesqueness, the naturalness, the big, kind spirit of the old days and I"m sorry to see them go--prematurely--for that which takes their place makes no appeal to the heart or the imagination. It is only a--well--a poor imitation of something else.
"With no notion of criticising my host, I must say, that in my opinion those who introduce these innovations"--he included the ballroom with a slight movement of her folded fan--"are robbing the West of its greatest charm. But then," he concluded lightly, and with a slight inclination of his head, "if I were a woman and the results of--er--"flossying up" were as gratifying as in your case, for instance, I might welcome such opportunities."
Dr. Harpe raised her eyes to his for one fluttering second and achieved a blush while he smiled down upon her with the faint, impersonal smile which was oftenest on his face.
"Just this once, my dear, and I won"t ask you to go in there again. I know how hard it must be for you."
"Not at all"--Essie had looked at Mrs. Terriberry bravely--"I will do whatever is to be done."
She picked up a tray of fresh gla.s.ses for the table in the well patronized anteroom as she spoke and pa.s.sed through the swinging door in time to see Dr. Harpe"s uplifted eyes and blush and Van Lennop"s answering smile.
The gla.s.ses jingled upon the tray in her unsteady hand, but her little mouth shut in a red, straight line as she nerved herself for the ordeal of pa.s.sing them. She came toward them with her head erect and a set look upon her young, almost childish face, and Van Lennop catching sight of her intuitively guessed something of her thoughts and interpreted aright the strained look upon her white face.
"She thinks me disloyal," flashed into his mind, and he all but smiled at the idea.
Swift as was the pa.s.sing of the softly interested expression upon Van Lennop"s face, Dr. Harpe caught it and involuntarily turned her head to follow his gaze.
Essie Tisdale! Her face hardened and all her slumbering jealousy and hatred of the girl leaped to life in a mad, unreasoning desire to do her harm, bodily harm; she tingled with a longing to inflict physical pain.
The whirling dancers made it necessary for Essie to pa.s.s close, close enough to brush the skirts of the women occupying the chairs along the wall, and as she came toward them with her head erect, looking straight before her, Dr. Harpe acted upon an unconquerable impulse and slid her slippered toe from beneath her skirt. There was a crash of gla.s.s as the girl tripped and fell headlong. Tinhorn Frank guffawed; a few of his ilk did likewise, but the laughter died upon their lips at the blazing glance Van Lennop flashed them.
"Essie, you are hurt! Your hand is bleeding!"
Dr. Harpe shut her teeth hard at the concern in Van Lennop"s voice as he helped the girl to her feet, but there was solicitude in her tone when she said:
"Let me see if there"s gla.s.s in it, Essie."
The girl hesitated for an instant, then with an enigmatical smile extended her hand, but there was nothing enigmatical in the sidelong look which Van Lennop gave Dr. Harpe, a look that, had she seen it, would for once have made her grateful for her s.e.x. Subconsciously he had seen the slight movement of her foot and leg as Essie Tisdale pa.s.sed, but had not grasped its significance until the girl fell.
"I don"t think there"s any gla.s.s in it, but wash it out well and bring me a bandage. You got a hard fall; you must have slipped."
"Yes, I must have slipped." Her smile this time was ironic.
The night fulfilled the promise of the evening. It was a succession of triumphs for Dr. Harpe. The floor was air beneath her feet and the combination of insidious punch and sensuous music turned her cold, slow-running blood to fire. She was the undisputed belle of the evening, and they took the trailing smilax from the side lamps on the wall and made her a wreath in laughing acknowledgment of the fact. It was such an hour as she had dreamed of and the reality fulfilled every expectation.
She had attracted Van Lennop to herself at last; she had aroused and held his interest as she had known she could and she had sent Essie Tisdale sprawling ridiculously at his feet. She had shown Crowheart how she could look when she tried--what she could do and be with only half an effort. In other words, she had proved to Van Lennop and to Crowheart that she was a success as a woman as well as a doctor. What more could any one person ask? The road to the end looked smooth before her. She wanted to scream, to shriek aloud in exultation. Her cheeks burned, her eyes blazed triumph. She had the feeling that it was the climax of her career, that no more satisfying hour could come to her unless perhaps it was the day she married Ogden Van Lennop. And she owed nothing, she thought as she whirled dizzily in Mr. Terriberry"s arms, to anyone but herself. Every victory, every step forward since she arrived penniless and unknown in Crowheart had been due to her brains and efforts. She raised her chin arrogantly. She had never been thwarted and the person was not born who could defeat her ultimately in any ambition! Her mental elation gave her a feeling akin to omnipotence.
A clicking sound in Mr. Terriberry"s throat due to an ineffectual effort to moisten his lips brought the realization that her own throat and mouth were parched.
"Let"s stop and hit one up," she whispered feverishly. "I"m dry as a fish."
Mr. Terriberry seemed to check himself in midair.
"I kin hardly swaller."
He led the way to the anteroom and she followed, swaying a little both from the dizzy dance and the effects of previous visits to the punch bowl. The hour was late and the remaining guests were rapidly casting aside the strained dignity which their clothes and the occasion had seemed to demand. Observing that Van Lennop had made his adieux, Dr.
Harpe also felt a sudden freedom from restraint.
Mr. Terriberry filled a gla.s.s to the brim and executed a notable bow as he handed it to her.
"To the fairest of the fair," said Mr. Terriberry gallantly, protruding his upper lip over the edge of his gla.s.s something in the manner of a horse gathering in the last oat in his box.
Dr. Harpe raised her gla.s.s to arms" length and cried exultantly--
"To my Supreme Moment!"
Mr. Terriberry, who had closed his eyes while the cooling beverage flowed down his throat, opened them again.
"Huh?"
Again she swung her gla.s.s above her head and shrilled--
"My Supreme Moment--drink to it if you"re a friend of mine!"
"Frien" of yours? Frien" of yours! Why, Doc, I"d die fer you. But that"s all same Ogollalah Sioux "bout your S"preme Moment! Many of "em, Doc, many of "em, and here"s t"you!"
They drained their gla.s.ses together.
"Always liked you, Doc. H"nest t"G.o.d, from the first minute I laid eyes on you." Mr. Terriberry reached for her fan dangling from the end of its chain and began to fan her with tender solicitude.
"Come on, let"s have another drink; I don"t cut loose often." Her eyes and voice were reckless.
"Me and you don"t want to go out of here with our ropes draggin","
protested Mr. Terriberry in feeble hesitation. "Let"s go out on the porch fer a minute an" look at the meller moon."