Part 8 (1/2)
A succession of low-spoken orders to his a.s.sistants was the doctor's way of telling her that he left her to do as she chose, She stood quietly for a few minutes, but presently her desire to know the progress of the operation, and her anxiety over the outcome, proved too strong for her, and she turned her head to take a furtive glance. She did not look away again, but with a strange mixture of fascination and squeamishness, she watched as the bleeding was stanched with sponges, each artery tied, and each muscle drawn aside, until finally the nerve was reached and removed; and she could not but feel both wonder and admiration as she noted how Dr.
Armstrong's hands, at other times seemingly so much in his way, now did their work so skilfully and rapidly. Not till the operation was over, and the resulting wound was being sprayed with antiseptics, did the girl realize how cold and faint she felt, or how she was trembling. Dropping the hand of the boy, she caught at the operating-table, and then the room turned black.
”It's really nothing,” she a.s.serted. ”I only felt dizzy for an instant.
Why! Where am I?”
”You fainted away, Miss Durant, and we brought you here,” explained the nurse, once again applying the salts. The woman rose and went to the door.
”She is conscious now, Dr. Armstrong.”
As the doctor entered Constance tried to rise, but a motion of his hand checked her. ”Sit still a little yet, Miss Durant,” he ordered peremptorily. From a cupboard he produced a plate of crackers and a gla.s.s of milk, and brought them to her.
”I really don't want anything,” declared the girl.
”You are to eat something at once,” insisted Dr. Armstrong, in a very domineering manner.
He held the gla.s.s to her lips, and Constance, after a look at his face, took a swallow of the milk, and then a piece of cracker he broke off.
”How silly of me to behave so,” she said, as she munched.
”The folly was mine in letting you stay in the room when you had had no dinner. That was enough to knock up any one,” answered the doctor. ”Here.”
Once again the gla.s.s was held to her lips, and once again, after a look at his face, Constance drank, and then accepted a second bit of cracker from his fingers.
”Do you keep these especially for faint-minded women?” she asked, trying to make a joke of the incident.
”This is my particular sanctum, Miss Durant; and as I have a reprehensible habit of night-work, I keep them as a kind of sleeping potion.”
Constance glanced about the room with more interest, and as she noticed the simplicity and the bareness, Swot's remark concerning the doctor's poverty came back to her. Only many books and innumerable gla.s.s bottles, a microscope, and other still more mysterious instruments, seemed to save it from the tenement-house, if not, indeed, the prison, aspect.
”Are you wondering how it is possible for any one to live in such a way?”
asked the doctor, as his eyes followed hers about the room.
”If you will have my thought,” answered Constance, ”it was that I am in the cave of the modern hermit, who, instead of seeking solitude, because of the sins of mankind, seeks it that he may do them good.”
”We have each had a compliment to-night,” replied Dr. Armstrong, his face lighting up.
The look in his eyes brought something into the girl's thoughts, and with a slight effort she rose. ”I think I am well enough now to relieve you of my intrusion,” she said.
”You will not be allowed to leave the hermit's cell till you have finished the cracker and the milk,” affirmed the man. ”I only regret that I can't keep up the character by offering you locusts and wild honey.”
”At least don't think it necessary to stay here with me,” said Miss Durant, as she dutifully began to eat and drink again. ”If--oh--the operation--How is Swot?”
”Back in the ward, though not yet conscious.”
”And the operation?”
”Absolutely successful.”
”Despite my interruption?”
”Another marvel to us M.D.'s is the way so sensitive a thing as a woman will hold herself in hand by sheer nerve force when it is necessary. You did not faint till the operation was completed.”