“I’ve a side of a mountain in Albemarle County. I took it for a bad debt from a country store-keeper—a kind of miser—but I believe I’d rather have the debt, as at least I had no taxes to pay on the debt.”
Mr. Carter and Dr. Wright were alone during this conversation as Mrs. Carter had left the room to endeavor to compose herself. The little meadow brook had struck a rocky bed at last and its shallow waters were troubled. What was to become of her? Her Bob ill! Too ill to be worried about anything! And this beetle browed young doctor scared her with his intent gaze; there was no admiration or homage in it, only a scarcely veiled disapproval. She felt like a poor little canary with a great Tom-cat peering at her, scorning her as too insignificant even for a mouth-full. And how was it her fault that she was so useless? Was it the canary’s fault that he had been born in a cage and some one took care of him and he had never had to do like other birds and grub for his living? She was just about as capable of doing what this Dr. Wright expected of her as the canary would have been had he told the bird to come out of his cage and begin not only to grub worms for himself but for the kind person who had always fed him and maybe for the family as well.
“Mrs. Carter,” said Dr. Wright, trying evidently not to be too stern as the little woman fluttered back into the room, a redness about her eye-lids and a fresh sprinkling of powder on her pretty nose, “I want your husband to give you power of attorney so you can transact any business for him that is necessary——”
“Me? Oh, Dr. Wright, not me! I can’t write a check and don’t know how to do sums at all. Couldn’t you do it?”
“Douglas will do,” feebly muttered the invalid.
“Is Douglas your son?”
“Oh, no! She is our eldest daughter.”
“It is strange how you Virginians, with the most womanly women I know of anywhere, are constantly giving them masculine names. Shall I ask Miss Douglas to come to you?” Dr. Wright was evidently for early action and meant to push his point without more ado.
“Oh, Doctor, couldn’t you see her first and tell her what it is you want? I don’t quite understand.”
“Yes, Mrs. Carter, if you wish it. And now I must ask you to keep your husband very quiet, no talking, no discussions, sleep, if he can get it, and very nourishing food. I will write out what I want him to eat and will ask you to see that he gets it and gets it on schedule time.”