She was necessarily very near to him, and from her skin there seemed to issue a perfumed energy that stimulated his nerves. Their eyes met. Both smiled and flushed.
"That wasn"t very kind--that remark," said he.
"What"s all this?" broke in the sharp voice of the doctor.
Arthur started guiltily, but Madelene, without lifting her eyes from her task, answered: "Mr. Ranger didn"t want to be kept waiting."
"She"s trying to steal my practice away from me!" cried Schulze. He looked utterly unlike his daughter at first glance, but on closer inspection there was an intimate resemblance, like that between the nut and its rough, needle-armored sh.e.l.l. "Well, I guess she hasn"t botched it." This in a pleased voice, after an admiring inspection of the workmanlike bandage. "Come again to-morrow, young man."
Arthur bowed to Madelene and somehow got out into the street. He was astonished at himself and at the world. He had gone drearily into that office out of a dreary world; he had issued forth light of heart and delighted with the fresh, smiling, interesting look of the shaded streets and the green hedges and lawns and flower beds. "A fine old town," he said to himself. "Nice, friendly people--and the really right sort. As soon as I"m done with the rough stretch I"ve got just ahead of me, I"m going to like it. Let me see--one of those girls was named Walpurga and one was named--Madelene--this one, I"m sure--Yes!" And he could hear the teacher calling the roll, could hear the alto voice from the serious face answer to "Madelene Schulze," could hear the light voice from the face that was always ready to burst into smiles answer to "Walpurga Schulze."
But though it was quite unnecessary he, with a quite unnecessary show of carelessness, asked Del which was which. "The black one is Madelene,"
replied she, and her ability to speak in such an indifferent tone of such an important person surprised him. "The blonde is Walpurga. I used to detest Madelene. She always treated me as if I hadn"t any sense."
"Well, you can"t blame her for that, Del," said Arthur. "You"ve been a great deal of a fool in your day--before you blossomed out. Do you remember the time Dory called you down for learning things to show off, and how furious you got?"
Adelaide looked suddenly warm, though she laughed too. "Why did you ask about Dr. Schulze"s daughters?" she asked.
"I saw one of them this morning--a beauty, a tip-topper. And no nonsense about her. As she"s "black," I suppose her name is Madelene."
"Oh, I remember now!" exclaimed Adelaide. "Madelene is going to be a doctor. They say she"s got nerves of iron--can cut and slash like her father."
Arthur was furious, just why he didn"t know. No doubt what Del said was true, but there were ways and ways of saying things. "I suppose there is some sneering at her," said he, "among the girls who couldn"t do anything if they tried. It seems to me, if there is any profession a woman could follow without losing her womanliness, it is that of doctor.
Every woman ought to be a doctor, whether she ever tries to make a living out of it or not."
Adelaide was not a little astonished by this outburst.
"You"ll be coming round to Dory"s views of women, if you aren"t careful," said she.
"There"s a lot of sense in what Dory says about a lot of things,"
replied Arthur.
Del sheered off. "How did the doctor say your hand is?"
"Oh--all right," said Arthur. "I"m going to work on Monday."
"Did he say you could?"
"No, but I"m tired of doing nothing. I"ve got to "get busy" if I"m to pull out of this mess."
His look, his tone made his words sound revolutionary. And, in fact, his mood was revolutionary. He was puzzled at his own change of att.i.tude. His sky had cleared of black clouds; the air was no longer heavy and oppressive. He wanted to work; he felt that by working he could accomplish something, could deserve and win the approval of people who were worthwhile--people like Madelene Schulze, for instance.
Next day he lurked round the corner below the doctor"s house until he saw him drive away; then he went up and rang the bell. This time it was the "blonde" that answered--small and sweet, pink and white, with tawny hair.
This was disconcerting. "I couldn"t get here earlier," he explained. "I saw the doctor just driving away. But, as these bandages feel uncomfortable, I thought perhaps his daughter--your sister, is she not?--might--might fix them."
Walpurga looked doubtful. "I think she"s busy," she said. "I don"t like to disturb her."
Just then Madelene crossed the hall. Her ma.s.ses of black hair were rolled into a huge knot on top of her head; she was wearing a white work slip and her arms were bare to the elbows--the finest arms he had ever seen, Arthur thought. She seemed in a hurry and her face was flushed--she would have looked no differently if she had heard his voice and had come forth to prevent his getting away without having seen him. "Meg!" called her sister. "Can you--"
Madelene apparently saw her sister and Arthur for the first time. "Good morning, Mr. Ranger. You"ve come too late. Father"s out."
Arthur repeated his doleful tale, convincingly now, for his hand did feel queer--as what hand would not, remembering such a touch as Madelene"s, and longing to experience it again?
"Certainly," said Madelene. "I"ll do the best I can. Come in."
And once more he was in her office, with her bending over him. And presently her hair came unrolled, came showering down on his arm, on his face; and he shook like a leaf and felt as if he were going to faint, into such an ecstasy did the soft rain of these tresses throw him. As for Madelene, she was almost hysterical in her confusion. She darted from the room.
When she returned she seemed calm, but that was because she did not lift those tell-tale gray eyes. Neither spoke as she finished her work. If Arthur had opened his lips it would have been to say words which he thought she would resent, and he repent. Not until his last chance had almost ebbed did he get himself sufficiently in hand to speak. "It wasn"t true--what I said," he began. "I waited until your father was gone. Then I came--to see you. As you probably know, I"m only a workman, hardly even that, at the cooperage, but--I want to come to see you. May I?"
She hesitated.
"I know the people in this town have a very poor opinion of me," he went on, "and I deserve it, no doubt. You see, the bottom dropped out of my life not long ago, and I haven"t found myself yet. But you did more for me in ten minutes the other day than everything and everybody, including myself, have been able to do since my father died."
"I don"t remember that I said anything," she murmured.
"I didn"t say that what you said helped me. I said what you _did_--and looked. And--I"d like to come."
"We never have any callers," she explained. "You see, father"s--our--views--People don"t understand us. And, too, we"ve found ourselves very congenial and sufficient unto one another. So--I--I--don"t know what to say."
He looked so cast down that she hastened on: "Yes--come whenever you like. We"re always at home. But we work all day."
"So do I," said Arthur. "Thank you. I"ll come--some evening next week."
Suddenly he felt peculiarly at ease with her, as if he had always known her, as if she and he understood each other perfectly. "I"m afraid you"ll find me stupid," he went on. "I don"t know much about any of the things you"re interested in."
"Perhaps I"m interested in more things than you imagine," said she. "My sister says I"m a fraud--that I really have a frivolous mind and that my serious look is a hollow pretense."
And so they talked on, not getting better acquainted but enjoying the realization of how extremely well acquainted they were. When he was gone, Madelene found that her father had been in for some time. "Didn"t he ask for me?" she said to Walpurga.
"Yes," answered Walpurga. "And I told him you were flirting with Arthur Ranger."
Madelene colored violently. "I never heard that word in this house before," she said stiffly.
"Nor I," replied Walpurga, the pink and white. "And I think it"s high time--with you nearly twenty-two and me nearly twenty."
At dinner her father said: "Well, Lena, so you"ve got a beau at last. I"d given up hope."
"For Heaven"s sake don"t scare him away, father!" cried Walpurga.
"A pretty poor excuse," pursued the doctor. "I doubt if Arthur Ranger can make enough to pay his own board in a River Street lodging house."
"It took courage--real courage--to go to work as he did," replied Madelene, her color high.
"Yes," admitted her father, "_if_ he sticks to it."
"He will stick to it," affirmed Madelene.
"I think so," a.s.sented her father, dropping his teasing pretense and coming out frankly for Arthur. "When a man shows that he has the courage to cross the Rubicon, there"s no need to worry about whether he"ll go on or turn back."