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Dr. Lavendar, hospitable and fussy, drew up a horsehair-covered chair with ears on each side of the back, and bade her sit down; then he poked the fire, and put on a big lump of coal, and asked her if she was sure she was warm enough? "It's pretty chilly; we didn't have weather as cold as this in October when I was your age."
"Dr. Lavendar," said Helena;--and at the tremor in her voice he looked at her quickly, and then looked away;--"in regard to David--"
"Yes; I understand that you are not sure that you want to keep him?"
"Oh, no! I am sure. Entirely sure!" She paused, uncertain what to say next. Dr. Lavendar gave her no a.s.sistance. Her breath caught in an unsteady laugh. "You are not smoking, Dr. Lavendar! Do light your pipe. I am quite used to tobacco smoke, I a.s.sure you."
"No," said Dr. Lavendar, quietly; "I will not smoke now."
"In regard to David," she began; and gripped her hands tight together, for she saw with dismay that they were shaking. She had an instant of angry surprise at her own body. It was betraying her to the silent, watching old man on the other side of the fire. "I want him; but I mean to leave Old Chester. Would you be willing to let me take him away?"
"Why," said Dr. Lavendar, "we shall be very sorry to have you leave us; and, of course, I shall be sorry to lose David. Very sorry! I shall feel," said Dr. Lavendar, with a rueful chuckle, "as if I had lost a tooth! That is about as omnipresent sense of loss as a human critter can have. But I can't see that that is any reason for not letting you take him."
"You are very kind," she murmured.
"Where are you going, and when do you go?" he asked, easily; but he glanced at those shaking hands.
"I want to go next week. I--oh, Dr. Lavendar! I want David; I am sure n.o.body can do more for him than I can. n.o.body can love him as I do!
And I think he would be pretty homesick for me, too, if I did not take him. But--"
"Yes?"
She tried to smile; then spread her handkerchief on her knee, and folded it over and over with elaborate self-control. "Dr. King thinks--I ought not to have him. He says," she stopped; the effort to repeat William King's exact words drove the color out of her face. "He says he made a mistake in advising you to give David to me. He thinks--"
she caught her breath with a gasp;--"I am not to be trusted to--to bring him up." She trembled with relief; the worst was over. She had kept her promise, to the letter. Now she would begin to fight for her child: "You will let me have him? You will!--Please say you will, Dr.
Lavendar!"
"Why does Dr. King think you are not to be trusted?" said Dr.
Lavendar.
"Because," she said, gathering up all her courage, "he thinks that I-- that David ought to be brought up by some one more--more religious, I suppose, than I am. I know I'm not very religious. Not as good as everybody in Old Chester; but I will bring him up just as you want me to! Any way at all you want me to. I will go to church regularly; truly I will, Dr. Lavendar; truly!"
Dr. Lavendar was silent. The lump of coal in the grate suddenly split and fell apart; there was a crackling leap of flames, and from between the bars a spurt of bubbling gas sent a whiff of acrid smoke puffing out into the room.
"You will let me have him, won't you? You said you would! If you take him away from me--"
"Well?"
She looked at him dumbly; her chin shook.
"The care of a child is sometimes a great burden; have you considered that?"
"Nothing would be a burden if I did it for David!"
"It might involve much sacrifice."
"I have sacrificed everything for him!" she burst out.
"What?"
"There was something," she said evasively, "that I wanted to do very much; something that would have made me--happier. But I couldn't if I kept David; so I gave it up."
Dr. Lavendar ruminated. "You wanted David the most?"
"Yes?" she said pa.s.sionately.
"Then it was a choice, not a sacrifice, wasn't it, my dear? No doubt you would make sacrifices for him, only in this matter you chose what you wanted most, And your choice was for your own happiness I take it,--not his?"
She nodded doubtfully, baffled for a minute, and not quite understanding. Then she said, "But I would choose his happiness; I have done some things for him, truly I have. Oh, little things, I suppose you would call them; but I wasn't used to them and they seemed great to me. But I would choose his happiness, Dr, Lavendar. So you will let me keep him?"
"If you think you ought to have him, you may."
"No matter what Dr. King says?"
"No matter what Dr, King says. If you are sure that it is best for him to be with you, I, at least, shall not interfere."
Her relief was so great that the tears ran down her face. "It is best!"
"Best to be with you," Dr, Lavendar repeated thoughtfully; "Why, Mrs.
Richie?"
"Why? Why because I want him so much, I have nothing in the whole world, Dr. Lavendar, but David. Nothing."
"Other folks might want him."
"But n.o.body can do as much for him as I can! I have a good deal of money."
"You mean you can feed him, and clothe him, and educate him? Well; I could do that myself. What else can you do?"
"What else?"
"Yes. One person can give him material care about as well as another.
What else can you do?"
"Why--" she began, helplessly; "I don't think I know just what you mean?"
"My friend," said Dr. Lavendar, "are you a good woman?"
The shock of the question left her speechless. She tried to meet his eye; quailed, half rose: "I don't know what you mean! What right have you to ask me such a question--"
Dr, Lavendar waited.
"Perhaps I don't think about things, quite as you do. I am not religious; I told you that. I don't do things because of religion; I believe in--in reason, not in religion. I try to be good in--my way. I don't know that I've been what you would call 'good.'"
"What do I call 'good'?"
At which she burst out that people in Old Chester thought that people who did not live according to convention were not good. For her part, convention was the last thing she thought of. Indeed, she believed there was more wickedness in convention than out of it! "If I have done anything you would call wrong, it was because I couldn't help it; I never wanted to do wrong. I just wanted to be happy. I've tried to be charitable. And I've tried to be good--in my way; but not because I wanted to go to heaven, and all that. I--I don't believe in heaven,"
she ended with terrified flippancy.