"At least you"ll let me have your friendship--to take back with me."
She looked at him, startled. "Oh, you are going back?"
"I may get my orders any day. There are things I can be doing over there."
Some day she was to see him "over there," to see him against a background of fire and flame and smoke, to see him transfigured by heroism, and she was to remember then with an aching heart this moment when he had told her that he loved her.
It was dark when Derry brought Jean home. There had been a sunset and an afterglow, and a twilight, and an evening star to ravish them as they rode, to say nothing of the moon--they came to the Doctor"s door quite dizzy with the joy of it.
Derry was loath to leave. "Can"t we all go to a play tonight?" he asked Jean"s father. "You and Miss Bridges and the two of us?"
"Certainly not. Jean has done enough to-day. She isn"t made of iron."
"She is made of fire and dew," Derry flung at him, lightly.
"Heavens, has it come to that? Well, she is still my daughter. I won"t have her ill on my hands."
"But, Daddy!"
"You are to have a quiet dinner with me, my dear, and go to bed--and young Lochinvar may call for you in the morning--"
Young Lochinvar was repentant. "I didn"t think it would tire her."
"Henceforth you will have to think."
"I know, sir."
He was so meek that the Doctor melted. "Run along and say "Good-bye"
to her. I"ll give you ten minutes."
They wanted ten eternities. But there was, of course, tomorrow. They comforted themselves with that.
At dinner, the Doctor spoke of Derry"s father. "All real danger is past, but he will have to be careful."
"When is Hilda coming back?"
"She told me last night that she"d rather stay until there was no further need for a nurse. The General hates a change, and he has asked her to stay."
"Does she like it?"
"She is very comfortable."
"Derry says that his father is an old dear."
"He would think so, naturally."
There were things about the General"s case which were troubling Dr.
McKenzie, and of which he could not speak. The old man had, undoubtedly been given something to drink on Thanksgiving Day.
Hilda had had strict orders, and the day nurse, and the only other person who had had access to the General"s room was Bronson. He had made up his mind to speak to Derry about Bronson.
The meal progressed rather silently. The Doctor was preoccupied, taciturn. Miss Emily made futile efforts at conversation. Jean dallied with her dinner.
"My dear," the Doctor commented as she pushed away her salad, "you can"t live on love."
"I"m not hungry. We had tea at the Club. Drusilla was there--and--we told her."
"Told her what?"
Blushing furiously, "That Derry and I are going to be--married."
"But you are not. Not for months. If that cub thinks he can carry you off from under my eyes he is mistaken. You"ve got to get acquainted with each other--I have seen too many unhappy marriages."
"But we are not going to be unhappy, Daddy."
"How do you know?"
Her cheeks were blazing. Miss Emily interposed. "Don"t tease her, she"s too tired."
"If he is teasing, I don"t care," Jean said, "but it always sounds as if he meant it."
After dinner, the Doctor laid his hand on his daughter"s shoulder. "I want to talk to you, daughter."
"Is it about Derry, Daddy?"
"About myself."
Emily, understanding, left them alone. Jean sat in her low chair in front of the fire, her earnest eyes on her father. "Well, Daddy."
He patted her hand. It was hard for him to speak.
She saw his emotion. "Is--is it because I am going to marry Derry?"
"That, and more than that. Jean, dear, I must go to France--"
"To France?"
"Yes. They want me to head a hospital. I don"t see how I can refuse, and keep my self-respect. But it means--leaving you."
"Leaving me--"
"My little girl--don"t look like that." He reached out his arms to her.
She came, and clung to him. "How soon?"
"As soon as I can wind things up here."
"It--it seems as if I couldn"t let you."