Her two mates exchanged glances. “Darcy, you’ve got to see a doctor.”
“I haven’t! I won’t!”
“But if you can’t move and can’t eat—”
“I’m much better now. Really I am,” declared the other, alarmed at the threat of a physician, who might suspect the truth and give her away to the others. “I’m going to dress.” Which she did, at the price of untold pangs. Breakfast passed in a succession of questioning silences and suspicious glances, but Darcy guarded her tongue. To reveal the facts and what lay behind them would be only to invite discouragement and dissuasion if not actual ridicule. After the frugal and tasteless ordeal of hominy without sugar, followed by one egg without butter, she limped into the front room and set herself doggedly to the elaboration of a new design for B. Riegel & Sons. Notwithstanding the legacy, she could not afford to neglect the economic side of life whilst fostering the physical. Her special course in the development of charm, via the muscle-and-sinew route, she perceived, was going to take longer than she had foreseen. Already she felt that the schedule ought to be radically relaxed. Her unfitness to take the lesson set for that afternoon was obvious. Next week, perhaps—’though, on the whole, she inclined to the belief that she should have about ten days to recuperate.
She would write to Mr. Dunne and explain. No; she would telephone him. Better still, she would go up to the Academy of Tortures in person and exhibit to the proprietor’s remorseful eyes the piteous wreck which he had made of her blithe young girlhood.
She went. Mr. Andy Dunne regarded the piteous wreck without outward and visible signs of distress.
“Yah got five minutes,” he remarked emotionlessly, glancing at the clock.
“I can’t possibly go on to-day,” said Darcy firmly.
“No?”
“Every bone in my body creaks. I haven’t got a muscle that isn’t sore. I ache in places that I didn’t even know I had. Why, Mr. Dunne,” she declared impressively, as a conclusion to the painful inventory, “if I tried to go through those exercises again to-day, I’d die!”