had alarmed her for the first time. When Le Moyne came home at six
o'clock, he found her waiting for him in the hall.
"I am just a little frightened, K.," she said. "Do you think mother is
looking quite well?"
"She has felt the heat, of course. The summer--I often think--"
"Her lips are blue!"
"It's probably nothing serious."
"She says you've had Dr. Ed over to see her."
She put her hands on his arm and looked up at him with appeal and
something of terror in her face.
Thus cornered, he had to acknowledge that Anna had been out of sorts.
"I shall come home, of course. It's tragic and absurd that I should be
caring for other people, when my own mother--"
She dropped her head on his arm, and he saw that she was crying. If he
made a gesture to draw her to him, she never knew it. After a moment she
looked up.
"I'm much braver than this in the hospital. But when it's one's own!"
K. was sorely tempted to tell her the truth and bring her back to the
little house: to their old evenings together, to seeing the younger
Wilson, not as the white god of the operating-room and the hospital, but
as the dandy of the Street and the neighbor of her childhood--back even
to Joe.
But, with Anna's precarious health and Harriet's increasing engrossment
in her business, he felt it more and more necessary that Sidney go on
with her training. A profession was a safeguard. And there was another
point: it had been decided that Anna was not to know her condition. If
she was not worried she might live for years. There was no surer way to
make her suspect it than by bringing Sidney home.
Sidney sent Katie to ask Dr. Ed to come over after dinner. With the
sunset Anna seemed better. She insisted on coming downstairs, and
even sat with them on the balcony until the stars came out, talking
of Christine's trousseau, and, rather fretfully, of what she would do
without the parlors.
"You shall have your own boudoir upstairs," said Sidney valiantly.
"Katie can carry your tray up there. We are going to make the
sewing-room into your private sitting-room, and I shall nail the
machine-top down."
This pleased her. When K. insisted on carrying her upstairs, she went in
a flutter.
"He is so strong, Sidney!" she said, when he had placed her on her bed.
"How can a clerk, bending over a ledger, be so muscular? When I have
callers, will it be all right for Katie to show them upstairs?"
She dropped asleep before the doctor came; an
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