Out from the vine-shadowed porch into the white light came Kathleen, stood a moment searching the faces of the party, then moved toward Dr. Brown with her hands eagerly stretched out. "Oh, Dr. Brown," she cried, "it is so good to see you here.""But my dear girl, my dear girl, how wonderful you look! Why, you have actually grown more beautiful than when we saw you last!""Oh, thank you, Dr. Brown. And there is Jane," cried Kathleen, running around to the other side of the car. "It is so lovely to see you and so good of you to come to us," she continued, putting her arms around Jane and kissing her.
"I wanted to come, you know," said Jane.
"Yes, it is Jane's fault entirely," said Dr. Brown. "I confess Ihesitated to impose two people upon you this way, willy-nilly. But Jane would have it that you would be glad to have us.""And as usual Jane was right," said Larry with emphasis.
"Yes," said Kathleen, "Jane was right. Jane is a dear to think that way about us. Dr. Brown," continued Kathleen with a note of anxiety in her voice, "Mrs. Waring-Gaunt wondered if you would mind coming in to see her brother. He was wounded with a gunshot in the arm about ten days ago. Dr. Hudson, who was one of your pupils, Ibelieve, said he would like to have you see him when you came. Iwonder if you would mind coming in now." Kathleen's face was flushed and her words flowed in a hurried stream.
"Not at all, not at all," answered the doctor, rising hastily from the motor and going in with Kathleen.
"Oh, Larry," breathed Jane in a rapture of delight, "isn't she lovely, isn't she lovely? I had no idea she was so perfectly lovely." Not the moon, nor the glory of the landscape with all its wonder of plain and valley and mountain peak had been able to awaken Jane to ecstasy, but the rare loveliness of this girl, her beauty, her sweet simplicity, had kindled Jane to enthusiasm.
"Well, Jane, you are funny," said Larry. "You rave and go wild over Kathleen, and yet you keep quite cool over that most wonderful view.""View!" said Jane contemptuously. "No, wait, Larry, let me explain. I do think it all very wonderful, but I love people.
People after all are better than mountains, and they are more wonderful too.""Are they?" said Larry dubiously. "Not so lovely, sometimes.""Some people," insisted Jane, "are more wonderful than all the Rocky Mountains together. Look at Kathleen," she cried triumphantly.
"You could not love that old mountain there, could you? But, Kathleen--""Don't know about that," said Larry. "Dear old thing.""Tell me how Mr. Romayne was hurt," said Jane, changing the subject.
In graphic language Nora gave her the story of the accident with all the picturesque details, recounting Kathleen's part in it with appropriate emotional thrills. Jane listened with eyes growing wider with each horrifying elaboration.
"Do you think his arm will ever be all right?" she inquired anxiously.
"We do not know yet," said Nora sombrely.
"Nonsense," interrupted Larry sharply. "His arm will be perfectly all right. You people make me tired with your passion for horrors and possible horrors."Nora was about to make a hot reply when Jane inquired quietly, "What does the doctor say? He ought to know.""That's just it," said Nora. "He said yesterday he did not like the look of it at all. You know he did, Larry. Mrs. Waring-Gaunt told me so. They are quite anxious about it. But we will hear what Dr. Brown says and then we will know."But Dr. Brown's report did not quite settle the matter, for after the approved manner of the profession he declined to commit himself to any definite statement except that it was a nasty wound, that it might easily have been worse, and he promised to look in with Dr.
Hudson to-morrow. Meantime he expressed the profound hope that Mrs. Waring-Gaunt might get them as speedily as was consistent with safety to their destination, and that supper might not be too long delayed.
