The interview was broken off short by the entrance of Tony, who flung
open the front door, loudly whistling, and could be heard throwing down
his books, and shouting for Virgie. He knew better than to enter the
little boudoir, his mother's sanctum. Very, very rarely was he
permitted to set foot within its charmed area.
"I have until to-morrow's post," said Virgie gravely, as she lifted the
tray with the tea-things, and carried it away.
The whole affair must be pushed into the background for the time being.
Pansy was to be fetched downstairs, the tea-table spread in the garden,
more tea prepared. Tony was a willing, if somewhat boisterous, helper.
He and his sister between them soon arranged things, and the too
brilliant eyes of the little cripple glistened with pleasure as she was
laid beside the wire arch smothered in Hiawatha, to enjoy the air of
the exquisite summer evening.
Virgie sat, the socks she endlessly knitted for Tony in her never idle
fingers, watching the clear-cut profile, which, as she could not
conceal from herself, grew ever more ethereal. Pansy did not seem
definitely worse, and had less pain than formerly. But she was wasting,
and her sister knew it.
The Wayhurst doctor was very anxious that a new treatment, in which he
had great faith, should be tried. He thought it the only chance; but as
it was protracted, and involved a long course of skilled nursing, with
daily medical supervision, it would be extremely costly. It was,
therefore, out of the question.
Yet, if Virginia married Mr. Gaunt, it would become easy. He had
actually volunteered that Pansy should have all the help obtainable.
She glanced from Pansy to Tony, and at the darns on his threadbare
trouser-knees. She heard his jolly laugh, and also his quickly
smothered sigh, as he remarked that he was the only chap in his form
who did not belong to the school O.T.C. He knew that the uniform and
camp expenses were beyond his sister's resources.
This, too, would be rectified, if she did as suggested. It was a bribe
of whose strength Gaunt himself could form no idea.
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