Part 38 (1/2)
Two conspicuous ornaments of Worthington's upper world visited Worthington's underworld on a hot, misty morning of early June. Both were there on business, Dr. L. Andre Surtaine in the fulfillment of his agreement with his son--the exact purpose of the visit, by the way, would have inspired Harrington Surtaine with unpleasant surprise, could he have known it; and Miss Esme Elliot on a tour of inspection for the Visiting Nurses' a.s.sociation, of which she was an energetic official.
Whatever faults or foibles might be ascribed to Miss Elliot, she was no faddist. That which she undertook to do, she did thoroughly and well; and for practical hygiene she possessed an inborn liking and apt.i.tude, far more so than, for example, her fortuitous fellow slummer of the morning, Dr. Surtaine, whom she encountered at the corner where the Rookeries begin. The eminent savant removed his hat with a fine flourish, further reflected in his language as he said:--
”What does Beauty so far afield?”
”Thank you, if you mean me,” said Esme demurely.
”Do you see something else around here that answers the description?”
”No: I certainly don't,” she replied, letting her eyes wander along the street where Sadler's Shacks rose in grime and gauntness to offend the clean skies. ”I am going over there to see some sick people.”
”Ah! Charity as well as Beauty; the perfect combination.”
The Doctor's pomposity always amused Esme. ”And what does Science so far from its placid haunts?” she mocked. ”Are you scattering the blessings of Certina amongst a grateful proletariat?”
”Not exactly. I'm down here on some other business.”
”Well, I won't keep you from it, Dr. Surtaine. Good-bye.”
The swinging doors of a saloon opened almost upon her, and a short, broad-shouldered foreigner, in a ruffled-up silk hat, b.u.mped into her lightly and apologized. He jogged up to Dr. Surtaine.
”h.e.l.lo, De Vito,” said Dr. Surtaine.
”At the service of my distinguish' confrere,” said the squat Italian.
”Am I require at the factory?”
”No. I've come to look into this sickness. Where is it?”
”The opposite eemediate block.”
Dr. Surtaine eyed with disfavor the festering tenement indicated. ”New cases?”
”Two, only.”
”Who's treating them?”
”I am in charge. Mr. O'Farrell employs my services: so the pipple have not to pay anything. All the time which I am not at the Certina factory, I am here.”
”Just so. And no other doctor gets in?”
”There is no call. They are quite satisfied.”
”And is the Board of Health satisfied?”
The employee shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands. ”How is it you Americans say? 'What he does not know cannot hurt somebody.'”
”Is O'Farrell agent for all these barracks?” Dr. Surtaine inquired as they walked up the street.
”All. Many persons own, but Mr. O'Farrell is boss of all. This Number 4, Mr. Gibbs owns. He is of the great department store. You know. A ver'
fine man, Mr. Gibbs.”