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So it was settled. And, as it happened, Sidney had to stay, anyhow. For, having perched herself out in the river on a sugar-loaf rock, she slid, slowly but with a dreadful inevitability, into the water. K. happened to be looking in another direction. So it occurred that at one moment, Sidney sat on a rock, fluffy white from head to feet, entrancingly pretty, and knowing it, and the next she was standing neck deep in water, much too startled to scream, and trying to be dignified under the rather trying circ.u.mstances. K. had not looked around. The splash had been a gentle one.
"If you will be good enough," said Sidney, with her chin well up, "to give me your hand or a pole or something--because if the river rises an inch I shall drown."
To his undying credit, K. Le Moyne did not laugh when he turned and saw her. He went out on the sugar-loaf rock, and lifted her bodily up its slippery sides. He had prodigious strength, in spite of his leanness.
"Well!" said Sidney, when they were both on the rock, carefully balanced.
"Are you cold?"
"Not a bit. But horribly unhappy. I must look a sight." Then, remembering her manners, as the Street had it, she said primly:--
"Thank you for saving me."
"There wasn't any danger, really, unless--unless the river had risen."
And then, suddenly, he burst into delighted laughter, the first, perhaps, for months. He shook with it, struggled at the sight of her injured face to restrain it, achieved finally a degree of sobriety by fixing his eyes on the river-bank.
"When you have quite finished," said Sidney severely, "perhaps you will take me to the hotel. I dare say I shall have to be washed and ironed."
He drew her cautiously to her feet. Her wet skirts clung to her; her shoes were sodden and heavy. She clung to him frantically, her eyes on the river below. With the touch of her hands the man's mirth died.
He held her very carefully, very tenderly, as one holds something infinitely precious.
CHAPTER VI
The same day Dr. Max operated at the hospital. It was a Wilson day, the young surgeon having six cases. One of the innovations Dr. Max had made was to change the hour for major operations from early morning to mid-afternoon. He could do as well later in the day,--his nerves were steady, and uncounted numbers of cigarettes did not make his hand shake,--and he hated to get up early.
The staff had fallen into the way of attending Wilson's operations. His technique was good; but technique alone never gets a surgeon anywhere.
Wilson was getting results. Even the most jealous of that most jealous of professions, surgery, had to admit that he got results.
Operations were over for the afternoon. The last case had been wheeled out of the elevator. The pit of the operating-room was in disorder--towels everywhere, tables of instruments, steaming sterilizers. Orderlies were going about, carrying out linens, emptying pans. At a table two nurses were cleaning instruments and putting them away in their gla.s.s cases. Irrigators were being emptied, sponges recounted and checked off on written lists.
In the midst of the confusion, Wilson stood giving last orders to the interne at his elbow. As he talked he scoured his hands and arms with a small brush; bits of lather flew off on to the tiled floor. His speech was incisive, vigorous. At the hospital they said his nerves were iron; there was no let-down after the day's work. The internes wors.h.i.+ped and feared him. He was just, but without mercy. To be able to work like that, so certainly, with so sure a touch, and to look like a Greek G.o.d!
Wilson's only rival, a gynecologist named O'Hara, got results, too; but he sweated and swore through his operations, was not too careful as to asepsis, and looked like a gorilla.
The day had been a hard one. The operating room nurses were f.a.gged. Two or three probationers had been sent to help cleanup, and a senior nurse.
Wilson's eyes caught the nurse's eyes as she pa.s.sed him.
"Here, too, Miss Harrison!" he said gayly. "Have they set you on my trail?"
With the eyes of the room on her, the girl answered primly:--
"I'm to be in your office in the mornings, Dr. Wilson, and anywhere I am needed in the afternoons."
"And your vacation?"
"I shall take it when Miss Simpson comes back."
Although he went on at once with his conversation with the interne, he still heard the click of her heels about the room. He had not lost the fact that she had flushed when he spoke to her. The mischief that was latent in him came to the surface. When he had rinsed his hands, he followed her, carrying the towel to where she stood talking to the superintendent of the training school.
"Thanks very much, Miss Gregg," he said. "Everything went off nicely."
"I was sorry about that catgut. We have no trouble with what we prepare ourselves. But with so many operations--"
He was in a magnanimous mood. He smiled' at Miss Gregg, who was elderly and gray, but visibly his creature.
"That's all right. It's the first time, and of course it will be the last."
"The sponge list, doctor."
He glanced over it, noting accurately sponges prepared, used, turned in.
But he missed no gesture of the girl who stood beside Miss Gregg.
"All right." He returned the list. "That was a mighty pretty probationer I brought you yesterday."
Two small frowning lines appeared between Miss Harrison's dark brows.
He caught them, caught her somber eyes too, and was amused and rather stimulated.
"She is very young."
"Prefer 'em young," said Dr. Max. "Willing to learn at that age. You'll have to watch her, though. You'll have all the internes buzzing around, neglecting business."
Miss Gregg rather fluttered. She was divided between her disapproval of internes at all times and of young probationers generally, and her allegiance to the brilliant surgeon whose word was rapidly becoming law in the hospital. When an emergency of the cleaning up called her away, doubt still in her eyes, Wilson was left alone with Miss Harrison.
"Tired?" He adopted the gentle, almost tender tone that made most women his slaves.
"A little. It is warm."
"What are you going to do this evening? Any lectures?"
"Lectures are over for the summer. I shall go to prayers, and after that to the roof for air."
There was a note of bitterness in her voice. Under the eyes of the other nurses, she was carefully contained. They might have been outlining the morning's work at his office.
"The hand lotion, please."
She brought it obediently and poured it into his cupped hands. The solutions of the operating-room played havoc with the skin: the surgeons, and especially Wilson, soaked their hands plentifully with a healing lotion.
Over the bottle their eyes met again, and this time the girl smiled faintly.
"Can't you take a little ride to-night and cool off? I'll have the car wherever you say. A ride and some supper--how does it sound? You could get away at seven--"
"Miss Gregg is coming!"
With an impa.s.sive face, the girl took the bottle away. The workers of the operating-room surged between them. An interne presented an order-book; moppers had come in and waited to clean the tiled floor.
There seemed no chance for Wilson to speak to Miss Harrison again.
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