«You’re not going out,» he said after a moment; «I’m quite sure you’re not going out.»
Luella laughed.
«I am going out.»
He disregarded this.
«You see, Mrs. Hemple, your husband isn’t well. He’s been trying to live your kind of life, and the strain of it has been too much for him. When he rubs his mouth——»
Light steps came down the corridor, and the maid, with a frightened expression on her face, tiptoed into the room.
«Mrs. Hemple——»
Startled at the interruption, Luella turned quickly.
«Yes?»
«Can I speak to—?» Her fear broke precipitately through her slight training. «Mr. Hemple, he’s sick! He came into the kitchen a while ago and began throwing all the food out of the ice-box, and now he’s in his room, crying and singing——»
Suddenly Luella heard his voice.
III
Charles Hemple had had a nervous collapse. There were twenty years of almost uninterrupted toil upon his shoulders, and the recent pressure at home had been too much for him to bear. His attitude toward his wife was the weak point in what had otherwise been a strong-minded and well-organized career—he was aware of her intense selfishness, but it is one of the many flaws in the scheme of human relationships that selfishness in women has an irresistible appeal to many men. Luella’s selfishness existed side by side with a childish beauty, and, in consequence, Charles Hemple had begun to take the blame upon himself for situations which she had obviously brought about. It was an unhealthy attitude, and his mind had sickened, at length, with his attempts to put himself in the wrong.
After the first shock and the momentary flush of pity that followed it, Luella looked at the situation with impatience. She was «a good sport»—she couldn’t take advantage of Charles when he was sick. The question of her liberties had to be postponed until he was on his feet. Just when she had determined to be a wife no longer, Luella was compelled to be a nurse as well. She sat beside his bed while he talked about her in his delirium—about the days of their engagement, and how some friend had told him then that he was making a mistake, and about his happiness in the early months of their marriage, and his growing disquiet as the gap appeared. Evidently he had been more aware of it than she had thought—more than he ever said.
«Luella!» He would lurch up in bed. «Luella! Where are you?»
«I’m right here, Charles, beside you.» She tried to make her voice cheerful and warm.
«If you want to go, Luella, you’d better go. I don’t seem to be enough for you any more.»
She denied this soothingly.
«I’ve thought it over, Luella, and I can’t ruin my health on account of you—» Then quickly, and passionately: «Don’t go, Luella, for God’s sake, don’t go away and leave me! Promise me you won’t! I’ll do anything you say if you won’t go.»
His humility annoyed her most; he was a reserved man, and she had never guessed at the extent of his devotion before.
«I’m only going for a minute. It’s Doctor Moon, your friend, Charles. He came to-day to see how you were, don’t you remember? And he wants to talk to me before he goes.»
«You’ll come back?» he persisted.
«In just a little while. There—lie quiet.»
She raised his head and plumped his pillow into freshness. A new trained nurse would arrive to-morrow.
In the living-room Doctor Moon was waiting—his suit more worn and shabby in the afternoon light. She disliked him inordinately, with an illogical conviction that he was in some way to blame for her misfortune, but he was so deeply interested that she couldn’t refuse to see him. She hadn’t asked him to consult with the specialists, though—a doctor who was so down at the heel….
«Mrs. Hemple.» He came forward, holding out his hand, and Luella touched it, lightly and uneasily.
«You seem well,» he said.
«I am well, thank you.»
«I congratulate you on the way you’ve taken hold of things.»
«But I haven’t taken hold of things at all,» she said coldly. «I do what I have to——»
«That’s just it.»
Her impatience mounted rapidly.
«I do what I have to, and nothing more,» she continued; «and with no particular good-will.»
Suddenly she opened up to him again, as she had the night of the catastrophe—realizing that she was putting herself on a footing of intimacy with him, yet unable to restrain her words.
«The house isn’t going,» she broke out bitterly. «I had to discharge the servants, and now I’ve got a woman in by the day. And the baby has a cold, and I’ve found out that his nurse doesn’t know her business, and everything’s just as messy and terrible as it can be!»
«Would you mind telling me how you found out the nurse didn’t know her business?»
«You find out various unpleasant things when you’re forced to stay around the house.»
He nodded, his weary face turning here and there about the room.
«I feel somewhat encouraged,» he said slowly. «As I told you, I promise nothing; I only do the best I can.»
Luella looked up at him, startled.
«What do you mean?» she protested. «You’ve done nothing for me—nothing at all!»
«Nothing much—yet,» he said heavily. «It takes time, Mrs. Hemple.»
The words were said in a dry monotone that was somehow without offense, but Luella felt that he had gone too far. She got to her feet.
«I’ve met your type before,» she said coldly. «For some reason you seem to think that you have a standing here as ‘the old friend of the family.’ But I don’t make friends quickly, and I haven’t given you the privilege of being so»—she wanted to say «insolent,» but the word eluded her—»so personal with me.»
When the front door had closed behind him, Luella went into the kitchen to see if the woman understood about the three different dinners—one for Charles, one for the baby, and one for herself. It was hard to do with only a single servant when things were so complicated. She must try another employment agency—this one had begun to sound bored.
To her surprise, she found the cook with hat and coat on, reading a newspaper at the kitchen table. «Why»—Luella tried to think of the name—»why, what’s the matter, Mrs.——»
«Mrs. Danski is my name.»
«What’s the matter?»
«I’m afraid I won’t be able to accommodate you,» said Mrs. Danski. «You see, I’m only a plain cook, and I’m not used to preparing invalid’s food.»
«But I’ve counted on you.»
«I’m very sorry.» She shook her head stubbornly. «I’ve got my own health to think of. I’m sure they didn’t tell me what kind of a job it was when I came. And when you asked me to clean out your husband’s room, I knew it was way beyond my powers.»
«I won’t ask you to clean anything,» said Luella desperately. «If you’ll just stay until to-morrow. I can’t possibly get anybody else to-night.»
Mrs. Danski smiled politely.
«I got my own children to think of, just like you.» It was on Luella’s tongue to offer her more money, but suddenly her temper gave way.
«I’ve never heard of anything so selfish in my life!» she broke out. «To leave me at a time like this! You’re an old fool!»
«If you’d pay me for my time, I’d go,» said Mrs. Danski calmly.
«I won’t pay you a cent unless you’ll stay!»
She was immediately sorry she had said this, but she was too proud to withdraw the threat.
«You will so pay me!»
«You go out that door!»
«I’ll go when I get my money,» asserted Mrs. Danski indignantly. «I got my children to think of.»
Luella drew in her breath sharply, and took a step forward. Intimidated by her intensity, Mrs. Danski turned and flounced, muttering, out of the door.
Luella went to the phone and, calling up the agency, explained that the woman had left.
«Can you send me some one right away? My husband is sick and the baby’s sick——»
«I’m sorry, Mrs. Hemple; there’s no one in the office now. It’s after four o’clock.»
Luella argued for a while. Finally she obtained a promise that they would telephone to an emergency woman they knew. That was the best they could do until to-morrow.
She called several other agencies, but the servant industry had apparently ceased to function for the day. After giving Charles his medicine, she tiptoed softly into the nursery.
«How’s baby?» she asked abstractedly.
«Ninety-nine one,» whispered the nurse, holding the thermometer to the light. «I just took it.»
«Is that much?» asked Luella, frowning.
«It’s just three-fifths of a degree. That isn’t so much for the afternoon. They often run up a little with a cold.»
Luella went over to the cot and laid her hand on her son’s flushed cheek, thinking, in the midst of her anxiety, how much he resembled the incredible cherub of the «Lux» advertisement in the bus.
She turned to the nurse.
«Do you know how to cook?»
«Why—I’m not a good cook.»
«Well, can you do the baby’s food to-night? That old fool has left, and I can’t get anyone, and I don’t know what to do.»
«Oh, yes, I can do the baby’s food.»
«That’s all right, then. I’ll try to fix something for Mr. Hemple. Please have your door open so you can hear the bell when the doctor comes. And let me know.»
So many doctors! There had scarcely been an hour all day when there wasn’t a doctor in the house. The specialist and their family physician every morning, then the baby doctor—and this afternoon there had been Doctor Moon, placid, persistent, unwelcome, in the parlor. Luella went into the kitchen. She could cook bacon and eggs for herself—she
