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230 Leda and the Swan<br />
tastic sums in addition seemed to be traced<br />
on the inner lids; she could see, with shut<br />
eyes, nothing but black figures on a yellowish<br />
background. Presently she looked<br />
at the doctor again. "If you can possibly<br />
get Windisch to come—I think I can manage<br />
it. Provided, that is, his fee is what you<br />
call nominal. I couldn't pay Gillenton<br />
prices—well, no matter what happened."<br />
" Perhaps I can manage it. I'll go and<br />
see Melcher myself. And—if you could<br />
get a little rest while he sleeps. For he<br />
will sleep now—I've seen to that. You're<br />
a sensible woman: lie down and relax a<br />
little, if you can't do more." He shook<br />
hands with her, and went out.<br />
The rest of the day dragged on as best<br />
it could for Mrs. Farrant. She sat with<br />
Leo while the nurse rested; she withdrew<br />
patiently when the nurse told her to.<br />
There were a few practical things that she<br />
could do: fetching and carrying, and sterilizing<br />
absurd little objects. All inanimate<br />
objects seemed absurd to her; though,<br />
inasmuch as Leo needed them in mysterious<br />
ways, they were sacred. When there<br />
were not practical things to do, she lay<br />
helplessly on her sofa, shut her eyes, and<br />
contemplated the black figures on the yellow<br />
background. She would almost have<br />
sent for Showalter, if she hadn't seen, in a<br />
morning paper, that he had sailed for Europe.<br />
Towards evening the doctor came<br />
again—another visit to write down on her<br />
calendar. He was softly jubilant. He<br />
had told Melcher all about the case; Melcher<br />
had arranged it for him; Windisch<br />
would come in the morning. The fee, he<br />
hoped, would be as small as—Farrant not<br />
being of the medical profession—could<br />
humanly be expected. She could not but<br />
see, across her bitter anxiety, that the doctor<br />
was elated at the undreamed-of chance<br />
of consulting with Windisch. He might<br />
have waited years for such a coincidence:<br />
Windisch's presence, and a case precisely<br />
in Windisch's line. To such uses had Leo<br />
Farrant come! "He'll sleep now," the<br />
doctor had said again, as he left. "The<br />
afternoon has worn him out. You must<br />
remember, Mrs. Farrant," he went on,<br />
"that the pain, though it's bad when it<br />
comes, isn't constant. Miss Dall will be<br />
there, in any case. So I think I'll prescribe<br />
for you, now." He held his hypodermic<br />
syringe lightly between his fingers.<br />
" Oh, no !" she protested. "If she wanted<br />
me and I shouldn't wake !"<br />
" She'll wake you fast enough if she does<br />
want you. Only an eighth of a grain—<br />
so that you'll be fresh for Windisch in the<br />
morning. He may want to ask you a lot<br />
of questions." Then, as she shook her<br />
head: "My dear lady, I know what I'm<br />
about. I know just the symptoms for<br />
which this stuff is good and those for which<br />
it isn't. Just at this moment you need it<br />
more than you need anything else. You'll<br />
be fit as a fiddle to-morrow—and you'll<br />
need to be. I know you pretty well, and I<br />
know the kind of night you would have if<br />
you didn't do this."<br />
Still she demurred. " What time is Doctor<br />
Windisch coming ? "<br />
"Eleven sharp."<br />
Mannheimer, if he got her note, would<br />
come at ten-thirty. She bared her arm<br />
obediently.<br />
Leo Farrant braced himself admirably,<br />
the next morning, to meet the great specialist.<br />
Miss Dall, accustomed to every<br />
manifestation of the impulse to live, took<br />
it for hope. Marie Farrant knew better.<br />
Leo was merely counting on the luxury of<br />
being pulled to pieces by a first-rate intelligence<br />
: he was supremely interested. He<br />
had not expected anything so exciting to<br />
happen to him again—ever. They were<br />
very cheerful, the three, together; with<br />
that strange spontaneous gayety which<br />
often bursts into sudden flower in a sickroom.<br />
Waiting for Windisch gave them<br />
all respite; until he came there was no<br />
need to think. It was hardest, for every<br />
reason, on Mrs. Farrant; not least because<br />
she had Mannheimer to face at half past<br />
ten. She could not tell Leo about the appointment.<br />
She was glad that she didn't<br />
have to; though it stabbed her to see him<br />
so helpless that one could keep things from<br />
him. She managed to get a word in her<br />
sitting-room with Miss Dall when Mannheimer's<br />
card came up—enough to make<br />
sure that her retreat to the attic with the<br />
dealer would be skilfully covered for her.<br />
How she loathed these evasions—just as<br />
she had loathed, for months, the secret,<br />
sordid tragedy of her dwindling bankaccount.<br />
What was left in life when husband<br />
or wife had to conceal from the other<br />
the other's own affairs?<br />
She made some explanation to Mann-