"Nothing."
"Yes, you do. You want me to see her and find out what she"s doing here. It is Kate to the rescue! I will go to-morrow."
"You are too precipitate! You might wait and get my mind."
"I have your mind already, and I believe in doing things vigorously.
Besides, you"ve roused my curiosity. After all these years of waiting to see you get interested in something besides your "bugs"!--I"m delighted to know you"re human, and that there is one woman in the world who can make you moan. You are hit--don"t deny it! You"ve been brooding on that girl all this time. I"ve known you were hit, but I thought I would wait till you cared to speak. I"m crazy to see her. I shall act at once."
"It"s too much to ask of you, but I hope you will consider me to the extent--"
"If your theory is correct that girl ought to be s.n.a.t.c.hed away before the mob of occultists, freaks, and flatterers of this city utterly spoil her. Anyhow, I"m going to look into her case on my own account."
And in this determination she snuggled into the corner of the carriage and became silent.
Serviss found that sharing his experience with his sister had enormously increased the weight and importance of his doubt. Viola and her singular beleaguerment had suddenly grown to be a vital problem--something to be immediately seized upon, and he casually added: "It is only fair to say that the Lamberts are above the need of taking money for any display of "psychic force.""
Suddenly Kate sat up. "Suppose the girl really _has_ these powers?"
"That is impossible!"
"Why impossible? Do you men of science pretend to know _all_ there is to know?"
"Certainly not; but think what such an admission involves."
"No matter _what_ it involves. You don"t ask what the X-ray involves; you ask, first of all, is it a fact? If the girl has these powers, then what? You don"t even know what she claims, do you?"
"Not in detail."
"Well, then, don"t condemn her till you know what you"re condemning her for."
"Kate, you amaze me. I thought you would commend my cool judgment, my sanity, and lo and behold! as Aunt Celina says, you have become the girl"s advocate and the a.s.sailant of science."
"Not at all. I merely say you scientific people should not be so insultingly sure that people with a faith are fools."
"We don"t say fools--we merely say misinformed."
"Anyhow, you"ve interested me in this medium--"
"For Heaven"s sake, don"t call her that if you"re going to see her. To apply such a name to that sweet child is an outrage."
Kate"s voice was exultant as she cried out: "Now I know you"re in love with her."
"Mrs. Rice, you are a very wise woman."
"I hope I shall not find you a very silly scientist," she replied, with several implications of superiority in both words and tone.
III
BRITT COMES TO DINE
His sister"s blunt words brought Morton face to face with himself. His heart had been touched, his imagination fired by Viola, hence his discontent, his heat of anger towards the unlovely side of her life.
It was the memory of her that had kept him half-hearted to the claims of several comely women of his circle whom Kate had advocated.
And now his mind (which ought to have been given up entirely to bacteria) was filled with the face and fortunes of one who was either living a lie or suffering from an abnormally developed brain. Singular and sad predicament for a man who had determined to move slowly and with calm foresight. Furthermore, the whole world in which his love lived and moved was repellent, silly, and morbid. Since his meeting with her he had tried to read some of the journals devoted to her faith, and had found them incredibly inane--smudgily printed, slovenly of phrase, and filled with messages from Aristotle, Columbus, and Confucius, which would have been discouraging in a boy of twelve years old. The phraseology, the cant terms, nauseated him. The advertis.e.m.e.nts of "Psychics," "World-famous Mediums," "Palmists,"
"Horologists," and only the devil himself knows what else, filled him with disgust, added to his already poor opinion of sick humanity. Of these Viola now formed a part--as an actress shares the envy, the brag, the selfish, blatant struggle for success which is reflected in the advertising columns of dramatic journals. He ran down each column of "display ads" of _The World of Spirit_, timorously, almost expecting to see a notice of "the marvellous psychic Miss Viola Lambert, the mountain seeress"--and so on.
On deeper thought he found these papers shrewdly contrived to take human beings at their weakest point, their most unguarded moment; they had the boldness of the juggler who knows the blind spot in the eyes of his spectators. They occupied a field apart from all other periodicals in the world. Science, literature, and art concerned them only so far as they touched upon, illuminated, or strengthened faith in "the farther sh.o.r.e." They were as special as a trade-journal--far more so, indeed, for the _Boot and Shoe News_ prints occasional reviews of books, and some admirable stories may be found within its pages side by side with notes on "Burnishers" and st.i.tching-machines.
The accounts of circles, sittings, and "seances"--good Lord, how he hated that word!--were almost comic, and yet to think of Viola and her gracious mother concerned with these meetings, even as spectators, filled him with angry disgust.
According to Britt, the girl was a self-deluded fakir at the best--at the worst, an habitual, hysterical trickster, avid for notoriety. In either case a tainted, leprous thing--a woman to be shunned by every man who valued a dignified and wholesome life. It was worse than folly to permit such a creature to break in on his work, to draw his mind from his reading; nevertheless she continued to do both these things.
The next morning, as he was leaving the house for his office, he stepped into the dining-room and took a seat by his sister"s side.
"Kate," he said, and his voice was stern, "you must not call upon Miss Lambert."
"Why not, Morton?"
"Because it would prove a snare to you and an embarra.s.sment to me. She is a singularly attractive girl. No one can face her and accuse her.
Britt says she is much more mature than when I saw her; and by that he meant to convey that she had grown clever, if not tricky. There is a bad streak in her, I"m afraid, for all her charm, and you would better let her entirely alone. Upon the most charitable construction she is hysterical, and her deception probably arises, as Britt says, from a diseased brain. In any case she is not a fit person for you to meet."
"But you said she has good eyes?"
"She has. She is bewitchingly pretty, but that only makes her case the more perplexing. Why trouble ourselves about her?"
"I"m going to call upon her, anyway. I"m not afraid. I am wild to see a girl who can upset you so completely. You are upset; I can see that."
Morton laughed, rather sadly. "That"s a fine, womanly reason, and may be sufficient for you; but, if you go, understand, Kate, it is against my wish. I do not care to know anything more about her and her problems; she has interfered too much with my work already."
She looked deep into his soul, then took another tack. "Well, then, bring on this man Britt; he"s the only witness for the prosecution, isn"t he? Let"s have him to dinner. I want to interrogate him, as the lawyers say. I want to know what kind of a man he is before I take his word against a girl who rejected him. He may be only jaundiced."
"He was their family physician."
"I don"t care if he was, he may be seeking revenge on the girl." She put her arm about his neck. "You poor boy, that girl"s troubles have upset you. I"m delighted to find you so humanly romantic--at least I would be if she weren"t so questionable. But we"ll find out. I"m on her side till I know more of Britt; besides, I"m not sure that her mysterious powers are not real," and she sent him away less keenly concerned. With all her impulse and zeal of friendship she was a woman of sense and power.
Britt came to dinner promptly, gratified for a chance to wear his evening dress. Kate received him gladly, but was taken aback by his languid elegance of manner. He really looked distinguished, and she rather hastily explained, "Our dinner is only a family affair, Dr.
Britt. We wanted to have you all to ourselves."
"Nothing could be better for me, Mrs. Rice, I a.s.sure you," he answered, gallantly. "A formal dinner would embarra.s.s me. I"ve been so long in the hills I feel like a Long Island hermit. It"s a far halloo from Colorow to the Bowery."
"It"s farther still from the Bowery to Colorow. That"s what makes you Western people so interesting to us of the East."
"Please don"t make me out an honored son of the West, Mrs. Rice. I was born in New Jersey."