Lanfear, of course, had been struck from the first by his gift of
accurate observation, and by the fact that his eagerness to learn was
offset by his reluctance to conclude. I remember Lanfear’s telling me
that he had never known a lad of Dredge’s age who gave such promise of
uniting an aptitude for general ideas with the plodding patience of the
accumulator of facts. Of course when Lanfear talked like that of a young
biologist his fate was sealed. There could be no question of Dredge’s
going back to “teach school” at East Lethe. He must take a course in
biology at Columbia, spend his vacations at the Wood’s Holl laboratory,
and then, if possible, go to Germany for a year or two.
All this meant his virtual adoption by the Lanfears. Most of Lanfear’s
fortune went in helping young students to a start, and he devoted his
heaviest subsidies to Dredge.
“Dredge will be my biggest dividend--you’ll see!” he used to say, in the
chrysalis days when poor Galen was known to the world of science only
as a perpetual slouching presence in Mrs. Lanfear’s drawing-room. And
Dredge, it must be said, took his obligations simply, with that kind of
personal dignity, and quiet sense of his own worth, which in such cases
saves the beneficiary from abjectness. He seemed to trust himself as
fully as Lanfear trusted him.
The comic part of it was that his only idea of making what is known as
“a return” was to devote himself to the Professor’s family. When I hear
pretty women lamenting that they can’t coax Professor Dredge out of his
laboratory I remember Mabel Lanfear’s cry to me: “If Galen would only
keep away!” When Mabel fell on the ice and broke her leg, Galen walked
seven miles in a blizzard to get a surgeon; but if he did her this
service one day in the year, he bored her by being in the way for the
other three hundred and sixty-four. One would have imagined at that
time that he thought his perpetual presence the greatest gift he could
bestow; for, except on the occasion of his fetching the surgeon, I don’t
remember his taking any other way of expressing his gratitude.
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