"If I had been younger," he went on, "I should have fought. My son would have fought. But as it is we can make toys--and we shall say to the Prussians across the sea, "You have killed our mother--your people are no longer our people, nor your G.o.d our G.o.d.""
Ulrich took Emily home. She carried with her a Noah"s Ark, and a precious pot of cyclamen. She had chosen the cyclamen out of all the rest. "It is such a cheerful thing blooming in my shop."
"There are other cheerful things in your shop," he told her.
As she met his smiling eyes, she smiled back, "Do you mean that I am a cheerful thing?"
"A rose, mein Fraulein, when your cheeks are red, like this."
Emily, alone at last in the Toy Shop, took off her hat in front of the mirror and saw her red cheeks. She set the cyclamen safely in a warm corner. The four elephants with their fragrant freight of violets made an exotic and incongruous addition to the Christmas scene in the window.
Bruce McKenzie, coming in, asked, "Where did you get them?"
"The elephants? Ulrich Stolle brought them. Do you know him?"
"Yes. But I didn"t know that you did."
"His father makes toys. I lent him my white elephant, and he made these--"
She spoke without self-consciousness, and McKenzie"s mind was on his own matters, so they swept away from the subject of Ulrich Stolle.
"Emily," Bruce said, "I have my orders. Tomorrow at twelve I must leave for France."
She gazed at him stupidly. "Tomorrow--?"
"Yes."
"But--Jean--?"
"I haven"t told her. I don"t know how to tell her."
"You won"t be here for the wedding--?"
"No."
"It will break her heart."
"You needn"t tell me that. Don"t I know it?" His voice was sharp with the tension of suppressed emotion.
He dropped into a chair, then jumped up and placed one for her. "Sit down, sit down," he said, "and don"t make me forget my manners.
Somehow this thing gets me as nothing has ever gotten me before. It isn"t that I mind going--I mind hurting--Jean--"
"You have always hated to hurt people," Emily said. "In some ways it"s a sign of weakness."
"Don"t scold," he begged. "I know I"m not much of a fellow, but you"ll be sorry for me a little, won"t you, Emily?"
She did not melt as he had expected to the appeal in his voice. "The thing we have to think of now," she said, "is not being sorry for you, but how we can get Jean married before twelve o"clock tomorrow--"
"Oh, of course we can"t."
"Of course we can--if we make up our minds to it, and it"s the only thing to do."
"But nothing is ready."
"Things can be made ready. They can stand up in the rose drawing-room at ten, and you can give her away."
He looked at her admiringly. "I didn"t know that you had so much initiative."
She might have told him that it was a quality on which she rather prided herself, but that hitherto it had not seemed to attract him.
"There are several things as yet undiscovered by you," she remarked casually, as she locked up her toys.
Watching her, he wondered idly if there were really worlds to discover in Emily. It might be interesting to--find out--.
"Shall you miss me?" he asked.
"Of course. And now if you"ll see that the back shutters are barred, we"ll be ready to go."
Thus she checked his small attempt at sentiment, and on the way home they talked about Jean. "If Derry goes, you and she must live together in my house. Let that be understood. I"d rather have her with you than with anyone else in the whole wide world."
Thus again the sacred charge, but this time not as a favor, but in lordly fashion, as one who claims a right.
Jean and Derry were having tea at the club, but could not be reached by phone. "They had probably motored out into the country," Emily decided. "We"ll have to do things before they come."
The things that she did were stupendous.
She had a florist up in two hours--and the rose-colored drawing room was rosier than ever, and as fragrant as a garden.
She telephoned the clergyman--"At ten o"clock tomorrow."
She telephoned the caterer--"A wedding breakfast--"
She telephoned the dressmaker--"Miss McKenzie"s gown--"
She telephoned Margaret and Marion Gray--.
"Is there anyone else?" she asked the Doctor. "I suppose we really ought to tell the General."
"Certainly not."
"But Bronson--? Derry will want him."
"If he can keep a secret--yes."
Jean and Derry, arriving after dark, were swept into a scene of excitement.
Florists on the stairs!
A frenzied dressmaker waiting with Jean"s wedding gown!
Maids with mops and men with vacuums!