Part 37 (1/2)
Mrs. Porter was obviously pleased with this approval. Her companion was a woman doctor of great repute among the advanced apostles of hygiene; and praise from her was praise indeed. She advanced into the room with an air of suppressed pride.
”These tiles are thoroughly cleaned twice each day with an antiseptic solution.”
”Just so,” said the spectacled lady.
”You notice the thermometer.”
”Exactly.”
”Those k.n.o.bs you see on the wall have various uses.”
”Quite.”
They examined the k.n.o.bs with an air of profound seriousness, Mrs.
Porter erect and complacent, the other leaning forward and peering through her spectacles. Mamie took advantage of their backs and turned to cast a hurried glance at the water-proof curtain. It was certainly an admirable screen; no sign of Steve was visible; but nevertheless she did not cease to quake.
”This,” said Mrs. Porter, ”controls the heat. This, this, and this are for the ventilation.”
”Just so, just so, just so,” said the doctor. ”And this, of course, is for the shower-bath? I understand!”
And, extending a firm finger, she gave the k.n.o.b a forceful push.
Mrs. Porter nodded.
”That is the cold shower,” she said. ”This is the hot. It is a very ingenious arrangement, one of Malcolmson's patents. There is a regulator at the side of the bath which enables the nurse to get just the correct temperature. I will turn on both, and then----”
It was as Mrs. Porter's hand was extended toward the k.n.o.b that the paralysis which terror had put upon Mamie relaxed its grip. She had stood by without a movement while the cold water splashed down upon the hidden Steve. Her heart had ached for him, but she had not stirred. But now, with the prospect of allowing him to be boiled alive before her, she acted.
It is generally only on the stage that a little child comes to the rescue of adults at critical moments; but William Bannister was accorded the opportunity of doing so off it. It happened that at the moment of Mrs. Porter's entry Mamie had been standing near his cot, and she had not moved since. The consequence was that she was within easy reach of him; and, despair giving her what in the circ.u.mstances amounted to a flash of inspiration, she leaned quickly forward, even as Mrs. Porter's finger touched the k.n.o.b, and gave the round head on the pillow a rapid push.
William Bannister sat up with a grunt, rubbed his eyes, and, seeing strangers, began to cry.
It was so obvious to Mrs. Porter and her companion, both from the evidence of their guilty consciences and the look of respectful reproach on Mamie's face, that the sound of their voices had disturbed the child, that they were routed from the start.
”Oh, dear me! He is awake,” said the lady doctor.
”I am afraid we did not lower our voices,” added Mrs. Porter. ”And yet William is usually such a sound sleeper. Perhaps we had better----”
”Just so,” said the doctor.
”----go downstairs while the nurse gets him off to sleep again.”
”Quite.”
The door closed behind them.
”Oh, Steve!” said Mamie.