"How far--about?"
"Might be anywhere."
"Can you get an answer back?"
"I think so. Can"t tell whether my spark will reach that far. I can send out a call for "M.""
"Well, send this," said McCarthy. ""Go to h.e.l.l.""
On the evening of the phenomena afore mentioned, Percy Darrow had returned to his apartments, where he had dressed unusually early, and by daylight. This was because he had a dinner engagement up-town. It was an informal engagement for a family dinner at seven o"clock; but Percy had been requested by one of the members to come at about six.
This was because the other members would presumably be dressing between six and seven.
The young man found a fire blazing on the hearth, although the evening was warm. A graceful girl sat looking into the flames. She did not rise as the scientist entered, but held out her hand with an air of engaging frankness.
"Sit down," she invited the guest. "This is a fearful and wonderful time to ask you to venture abroad in your dress clothes, but I wanted to see you most particularly before the rest of the family comes down."
"You are a singularly beautiful woman," observed Darrow in a detached manner, as he disposed his long form gracefully in the opposite armchair.
The girl looked at him sharply.
"That is intended as an excuse or explanation--not in the least as a compliment," Darrow went on.
"You would not be so obliging, if I were not--beautiful?" shot back the girl. "That is indeed not complimentary!"
"I should be exactly as obliging," amended Darrow lazily, "but I should not feel so generally satisfied and pleased and rewarded in advance. I should have more of a feeling of virtue, and less of one of pleasure."
"I see," said the girl, her brows still level. "Then I suppose you are not interested in what I might ask you as one human being to another!"
"Pardon me, Helen," interrupted Darrow, with unusual decision. "That is just what I am interested in--you as a human being, a delicious, beautiful, feminine, human being who could mean half the created universe to a lucky man."
"But not the whole--"
"No, not the whole," mused Darrow, relaxing to his old indolent att.i.tude.
"You see," he roused himself to explain, "I am a scientist, for instance.
You could not be a scientist; you have not the training."
"Nor the brains," interposed Helen Warford, a trifle bitterly.
"Nor the kind of brains," amended Darrow. "I have enough of that sort myself," he added. He leaned forward, a hunger leaping in the depths of his brown eyes. "Helen," he pleaded, "can"t you see how we need each other?"
But the girl shut both her eyes, and shook her head vigorously.
"Unless people can be _everything_ to each other, they should be nothing--people like us," said she.
Darrow sighed and leaned back.
"I feel that way, but the devil of it is I can"t think it," said he. Then after a pause: "What is it you want of me, Helen? I"m ready."
She sat up straight, and clasped her hands.
"It"s Jack," said she.
"What"s the matter with Jack?"
"Everything--and nothing. He"s just out of college. This fall he must go to work. Father wants him to go into an office. Jack doesn"t care much, and will drift into the office unless somebody stops him."
"Well?" said Darrow.
"An office will ruin him. He isn"t in the least interested in the things they do in offices; and he"s too high-spirited to settle down to a grind."
"He"s like you in spirit, Helen," said Darrow. "What is he interested in?"
"He"s interested in you."
"What!" cried Darrow. "Wish it were a family trait."
"He thinks you are wonderful, and he knows all about all your adventures and voyages with Doctor Schermerhorn. He admires the way you look and act and talk. I suspect him of trying to imitate you." Helen"s eyes gleamed with amus.e.m.e.nt.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Can"t you see how we need each other?"]
Darrow smiled his slow and languid smile.
"The last time I saw Jack he stood six feet and weighed about one hundred and eight-five pounds," he pointed out.
"The imitation is funny," admitted Helen, "but based on genuine admiration."
"What do you want me to do with him?" drawled Darrow.
"I thought you could take him in with you; get him started at something scientific; something that would interest and absorb him, and something that would not leave all his real energies free for mischief."
Darrow leaned his head against the back of the chair and laughed softly.
So long did his amus.e.m.e.nt continue that Helen at length brought him rather sharply to account.
"I was merely admiring," then exclaimed Darrow, "the delicious femininity of the proposal. It displays at once such really remarkable insight into the psychological needs of another human being, and such abysmal ignorance of the demands of what we are pleased to call science."
"You are the most superior and exasperating and conceited man I know!"
cried Helen. "I am sorry I asked you. I"d like to know what there is so silly in my remarks!"
"Jack is physically very strong; he is most courageous; he has a good disposition, a gentleman"s code, and an eager likable nature. I gather further that he does me the honor of admiring me personally. He has received a general, not a special, college education."
"Well!" challenged Helen.
"Barring the last, these are exactly the qualifications of a good bull-terrier."
"Oh!" cried the girl indignantly, and half rising. "You are insulting!"
"No," denied Darrow. "Not that--never to you, Helen, and you know it!
I"m merely talking sense. Leaving aside the minor consideration that I am myself looking for employment, what use has a scientist for a bull-terrier? Jack has no apt.i.tude for science; he has had none of the accurate training absolutely essential to science. He probably wouldn"t be interested in science. At the moment he happens to admire me, and I"m mighty glad and proud that it is so. But that doesn"t help. If I happened to be a saloon man, Jack would quite as cheerfully want to be a barkeeper. I"d do anything in the world to help Jack; but I"m not the man. You want to hunt up somebody that needs a good bull-terrier. Lots do."