"That"s Jean McKenzie"s word--wonderful. Everything was wonderful, and now she has married Derry Drake."
"Yes, she has married Derry," Drusilla stood staring into the little round stove.
She roused herself presently. "I call them Babes in the Wood. They seem so young, and yet Derry isn"t really young--it is only that there"s such a radiant air about him."
Hilda"s bitterness broke forth. "Why shouldn"t he be radiant? Life has given him everything. It has given her everything; in a way it has given you everything. I am the one who goes without--it looks as if I should always go without the things I want."
"Don"t think that," Drusilla said in her pleasant fashion. "n.o.body is set apart--and some day you will see it. Did you know that Derry may be over now at any time, and that Jean is to stay with the General?"
"Yes," Hilda moved restlessly. There came to her a vision of the big house, of the shadowed room, of the room beyond, and of herself in a tiara, with ermine on her cloak.
What a dream it had been, and she had waked to this!
She rose. "If Dr. McKenzie doesn"t take me back he may be sorry. Will you write to him?"
"I shall see him Sat.u.r.day--in Paris. I have promised to dine with him.
Captain Hewes is coming, too, if he can."
Hilda, going away in the rain, dwelt moodily on Drusilla"s opportunities. If only she, too, might dine in Paris with men like Dr.
McKenzie and Captain Hewes. There were indeed, men who might ask her to dine with them, but not as Drusilla had been asked, as an equal and as a friend.
The way was long, the road was muddy. There was not much to look towards at the end. It was not that she minded the dreadfulness of sights and sounds--she had been too much in hospitals for that. But she hated the ugliness, the roughness, the grinding toil.
Yet had she been with Dr. McKenzie, she would have toiled gladly for him. There would have been the sight of his crinkled copper head, the sound of his voice, his teasing laugh to sustain her. And now it was Drusilla who would see him, who would sit with him at the table, who would tempt his teasing laugh.
Well--if he didn"t take her back, he would be sorry. There had been a patient in the hospital who in his delirium had whispered things. When he had come to himself, she had told him calmly, "You are a spy." He had not whitened, but had measured her with a glance. "Help me, and you shall see the Emperor. There will be nothing too good for you."
Drusilla, after Hilda"s departure, sat by her little stove and thought it over. She divined something which did not appear on the surface.
She was glad that she had promised to plead Hilda"s cause. The woman"s face haunted her.
And now the other workers who shared Drusilla"s shack returned, bringing news of many wounded and on the way. Then came the darkness of the night, the long line of ambulances, the ghastly procession that trailed behind.
And all through the night Drusilla sang to men who rested for a moment on their weary way, out of the shadows came eager voices asking for this song and that--then they would pa.s.s on, and she would throw herself down for a little sleep, to rouse again and lift her voice, while the other women poured the coffee.
She was hoa.r.s.e in the morning, and white with fatigue, but when one of the women said, "You can"t keep this up, Drusilla, you can"t stand it,"
she smiled. "They stand it is the trenches, and some of them are so tired."
She was as fresh as paint, however, on Sat.u.r.day, when she met Dr.
McKenzie in Paris. "I have had two hot baths, and all my clothes are starched and ironed and fluted by an adorable Frenchwoman who opened her house for me," she announced as she sat down with him at a corner table. "I never wore fluted things before, but you can"t imagine how civilizing it is after you"ve been letting yourself down."
The Doctor was tired, and he looked it. "No one has starched and fluted me."
"Poor man. I"m glad you ran away from it all for a minute with me.
Captain Hewes thought he might be able to come. But I haven"t heard from him, have you?"
"No. But he may blow in at any moment. It seems queer, doesn"t it, Drusilla, that you and I should be over here with all the rest of them left behind."
She hesitated, then brought it out without prelude. "Hilda came to see me."
"To see you? Why?"
"She is broken-hearted because you won"t let her work with you."
"I told her I could not. And she hasn"t any heart to break."
"I wonder if you"d mind," Drusilla ventured, "telling me what"s the matter."
"A rather squalid story," but he told it. "She wanted to marry the General."
"Poor thing."
He glanced at her in surprise. "Then you defend her?"
"Oh, no--no. But think of having to marry to get the--the fleshpots, and to miss all of the real meanings. I talked to Hilda for a long time, and somehow before she left she made me feel sorry. She wants so much that she will never have. And she will grow hard and bitter because life isn"t giving her all that she demands."
"Did she ask you to plead her cause?"
"Yes," frankly. "She feels that you ought to give her another chance."
He ran his fingers through his crinkled hair. "I don"t want her. I"m afraid of her."
"Afraid?"
"She sees the worst that is in me, and brings it to the surface. And when I protest, she laughs and insists that I don"t know myself. That I am a sort of Dr. Jekyll, with the Mr. Hyde part of me asleep--"
"And you let her scare you like that?"
He nodded. "Every man has a weak spot, and mine is wanting the world to think well of me."
"Think well of yourself. What would Jean say if she heard you talking like this?"
"Jean?" she was startled by the breaking up of his face into deep lines of trouble. "Do you know what she is doing, Drusilla? She is staying in that great old house playing daughter to the General."
"Marion says the General"s affection for her is touching--he doesn"t want her out of his sight."
"And because he doesn"t want her out of his sight, she must stay a prisoner. I say that he hasn"t done anything to deserve such devotion, Drusilla. He hasn"t done anything to deserve it."
"You are jealous."
"No. It isn"t that. Though I"ll confess that something pulls at my heart when I think of it--. But I want her to be happy."
"I think she is happy. Life is giving her the hard things--but you and I would not be without the--hard things; we have reached out our hands for them, because the world needs us. Are you going to deny your daughter that?"
"Oh, I suppose not. But I hate it. Women ought to be happy--care-free, not shut up in sick rooms or running around in the rain."
"Oh, you men, how little you know what makes a woman happy." She stopped, and half rose from her chair. "Captain Hewes is coming."
"I don"t know that I am glad, Drusilla," the Doctor turned to survey the beaming officer, "for now you won"t have eyes or ears for me."