Part 5 (1/2)
But when he opened them, there she was, smiling up into the face of the man who had helped her into that heavenly garment.
It came to him, quite suddenly, that his father had bowed to the man--the big man with the cla.s.sic head and the air of being at ease with himself and the world.
He did things to the velvet and ermine wrap that he was holding, which seemed to satisfy its owner, then he gripped his father's arm. ”Dad, who is that big man down there--with the red head--the one who bowed to you?”
”Dr. McKenzie, Bruce McKenzie, the nerve specialist--”
Of course it was something to know that, but one didn't get very far.
”Let's go somewhere and eat,” said the General, and that was the end of it. Out of the tail of his eye, Derry Drake saw the two figures with the copper-colored heads move down the aisle, to be finally merged into the indistinguishable stream of humanity which surged towards the door.
Jean and her father did not go to supper at the big hotel around the corner as was their custom.
”I've got to get to the hospital before twelve,” the Doctor said. ”I am sorry, dear--”
”It doesn't make a bit of difference. I don't want to eat,” she settled herself comfortably beside him in the car. ”Oh, it is snowing, Daddy, how splendid--”
He laughed. ”You little bundle of--ecstasy--what am I going to do with you?”
”Love me. And isn't the snow--wonderful?”
”Yes. But everybody doesn't see it that way.”
”I am glad that I do. I should hate to see nothing in all this miracle, but--slush tomorrow--”
”Yet a lot of life is just--slush tomorrow--. I wish you need never find that out--.”
When Jean went into the house, and her father drove on, she found Hilda waiting up for her.
”Father had to go to the hospital.”
”Did you have anything to eat?”
”No.”
”I thought I might cook some oysters.”
”I am really not hungry.” Then feeling that her tone was ungracious, she tried to make amends. ”It was nice of you to think of it--”
”Your father may like them. I'll have them hot for him.”
Jean lingered uncertainly. She didn't want the food, but she hated to leave the field to Hilda. She unfastened her cloak, and sat down.
”How are you going to cook them?”
”Panned--with celery.”
”It sounds good--I think I'll stay down, Hilda.”
”As you wish.”
The Doctor, coming in with his coat powdered with snow, found his daughter in a big chair in front of the library fire.