"What? It's Moira--and--and--it's Smith! What does it mean?" The doctor's language appeared unequal to his emotions."Mean?" he cried, after an exhausting interlude of expletives."Mean? Oh, Idon't know--and I don't care.It's pretty plain what it means.It makes no difference to me.I gave her up to that other fellow who saved her life and then picturesquely got himself killed.There now, forgive me, Mrs.Cameron.I know I am a brute.I should not have said that.Don't look at me so.Raven was a fine chap and Idon't mind her losing her heart to him--but really this is too much.Smith! Of all men under heaven--Smith! Why, look at his legs!""His legs? Dr.Martin, I am ashamed of you.I don't care what kind of legs he has.Smith is an honorable fellow and--and--so good he was to us.Why, when Allan and the rest of you were all away he was like a brother through all those terrible days.I can never forget his splendid kindness--but--""I beg your pardon, Mrs.Cameron, I beg your pardon.Undoubtedly he is a fine fellow.I am an ass, a jealous ass--might as well own it.But, really, I cannot quite stand seeing her throw herself at Smith--Smith! Oh, I know, I know, he is all right.But oh--well--at any rate thank God I saw him at it.It will keep me from openly and uselessly abasing myself to her and making a fool of myself generally.But Smith! Great God! Smith! Well, it will help to cure me."Mrs.Cameron stood by in miserable silence.
"Oh, Dr.Martin," at length she groaned tearfully, "I am so disappointed.I was so hoping, and I was sure it was all right--and--and--oh, what does it mean? Dear Dr.Martin, I cannot tell you how I feel.""Oh, hang it, Mrs.Cameron, don't pity me.I'll get over it.Alittle surgical operation in the region of the pericardium is all, that is required.""What are you talking about?" exclaimed Mrs.Cameron, vaguely listening to him and busy with her own thoughts the while.
"Talking about, madam? Talking about? I am talking about that organ, the central organ of the vascular system of animals, a hollow muscular structure that propels the blood by alternate contractions and dilatations, which in the mammalian embryo first appears as two tubes lying under the head and immediately behind the first visceral arches, but gradually moves back and becomes lodged in the thorax.""Oh, do stop! What nonsense are you talking now?" exclaimed Mrs.
Cameron, waking up as from a dream."No, don't go.You must not go.""I am going, and I am going to leave this country," said the doctor."I am going East.No, this is no sudden resolve.I have thought of it for some time, and now I will go.""Well, you must wait at least till Allan returns.You must say good-by to him." She followed the doctor anxiously back to his seat beside the Inspector."Here," she cried, "hold baby a minute.
There are some things I must attend to.I would give him to the Inspector, but he would not know how to handle him.""God forbid!" ejaculated the Inspector firmly.
"But I tell you I must get home," said the doctor in helpless wrath.
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Mrs.Cameron."Look out! You are not holding him properly.There now, you have made him cry.""Pinched him!" muttered the Inspector."I call that most unfair.
Mean advantage to take of the young person."The doctor glowered at the Inspector and set himself with ready skill to remedy the wrong he had wrought in the young person's disposition while the mother, busying herself ostentatiously with her domestic duties, finally disappeared around the house, making for the bluff.As soon as she was out of earshot she raised her voice in song.
"I must give the fools warning, I suppose," she said to herself.
In the pauses of her singing, "Oh, what does she mean? I could just shake her.I am so disappointed.Smith! Smith! Well, Smith is all right, but--oh, I must talk to her.And yet, I am so angry--yes, I am disgusted.I was so sure that everything was all right.
Ah, there she is at last, and--well--thank goodness he is gone.
"Oh-h-h-h-O, Moira!" she cried."Now, I must keep my temper," she added to herself."But I am so cross about this.Oh-h-h-h-O, Moira!""Oh-h-h-h-O!" called Moira in reply.
"She looks positively happy.Ugh! Disgusting! And so lovely too.""Did you want me, Mandy? I am so sorry I forgot all about the tea.""So I should suppose," snapped Mandy crossly."I saw you were too deeply engaged to think.""You saw?" exclaimed the girl, a startled dismay in her face.
"Yes, and I would suggest that you select a less conspicuous stage for your next scene.Certainly I got quite a shock.If it had been Raven, Moira, I could have stood it.""Raven! Raven! Oh, stop! Not a word, Mandy." Her voice was hushed and there was a look of pain in her eyes.
"But Smith!" went on Mandy relentlessly."I was too disgusted.""Well, what is wrong with Mr.Smith?" inquired Moira, her chin rising.
"Oh, there is nothing wrong with Smith," replied her sister-in-law crossly, "but--well--kissing him, you know.""Kissing him?" echoed Moira faintly."Kissing him? I did not--""It looked to me uncommonly like it at any rate," said Mandy."You surely don't deny that you were kissing him?""I was not.I mean, it was Smith--perhaps--yes, I think Smith did--""Well, it was a silly thing to do."
"Silly! If I want to kiss Mr.Smith, why is it anybody's business?""That's just it," said Mandy indignantly."Why should you want to?""Well, that is my affair," said Moira in an angry tone, and with a high head and lofty air she appeared in the doctor's presence.
But Dr.Martin was apparently oblivious of both her lofty air and the angle of her chin.He was struggling to suppress from observation a tumult of mingled passions of jealousy, rage and humiliation.That this girl whom for four years he had loved with the full strength of his intense nature should have given herself to another was grief enough; but the fact that this other should have been a man of Smith's caliber seemed to add insult to his grief.He felt that not only had she humiliated him but herself as well.
