“But I’m in the regular habit of taking care of her,” protested Mr. Opp. “This is just a temporary excitement for the time being that won’t ever, probably, occur again. Why, she’s been [p295] improving all winter; I’ve learnt her to read and write a little, and to pick out a number of cities on the geographical atlas.”
“All wrong,” exclaimed the doctor; “mistaken kindness. She can never be any better, but she may be a great deal worse. Her mind should never be stimulated or excited in any way. Here, of course, we understand all these things and treat the patient accordingly.”
“Then I must just go back to treating her like a child again?” asked Mr. Opp, “not endeavoring to improve her intellect, or help her grow up in any way?”
The doctor laid a kindly hand on his shoulder.
“You leave her to us,” he said. “The State provides this excellent institution for just such cases as hers. You do yourself and your family, if you have one, an injustice by keeping her at home. Let her stay here for six months or so, and you will see what a relief it will be.”
Mr. Opp sat with his elbow on the desk and his head propped in his hand, [p296] and stared miserably at the floor. He had not had his clothes off for two nights, and he had scarcely taken time from his search to eat anything. His face looked old and wizened and haunted from the strain. Yet here and now he was called upon to make his great decision. On the one hand lay the old, helpless life with Kippy, and on the other a future of dazzling possibility with Guinevere. All of his submerged self suddenly rose and demanded happiness. He was ready to snatch it, at any cost, regardless of everything and everybody—of Kippy; of Guinevere, who, he knew, did not love him, but would keep her promise; of Hinton, whose secret he had long ago guessed. And, as a running accompaniment to his thoughts, was the quiet, professional voice of the doctor urging him to the course that his heart prompted. For a moment the personal forces involved trembled in equilibrium.
After a long time he unknotted his fingers, and drew his handkerchief across his brow.
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“I guess I’ll go up and see her now,” he said, with the gasping breath of a man who has been under water.
In vain the doctor protested. Mr. Opp was determined.
As the door to the long ward was being unlocked, he leaned for a moment dizzily against the wall.