With her ruddy hair flying and her broad hat tilted4 rakishly over one ear, Nancy came fighting her way down Saint Louis Street and across the Place d’Armes. Her pulses were pounding gayly with the intoxication5 of the cold; her face glowed with the struggle of meeting the boisterous6 wind. From his ducal casement7, Barth eyed her wishfully. Then he returned to his book. Nancy, in such a mood as that, defied his powers of comprehension. Upon one former occasion he had seen her thus, a veritable spirit of the storm. Experience had taught him certain lessons. Mr. Cecil Barth looked down on Nancy’s erect8 head and blazing cheeks, on her vigorous, elastic9 tread. Looking, he sighed, and prudently10 remained hidden in his room.
“Oh, daddy, are you there?” she called ingratiatingly.
There was no reply, and she tapped again. This time, the doctor answered.
“Busy, Nancy.”
“Yes.”
“Oh, how mean of you! How long?”
“I can’t tell.”
Her lips to the keyhole, she heaved an ostentatious sigh. The sigh brought forth13 no sign of relenting.
“I am very lonesome, daddy,” she said then. “It is too bad of you to neglect me like this. But, if you really won’t let me in, I’m going out on the ramparts for a breath of fresh air.”
“No; and don’t you fall asleep over your horrid15 old manuscripts, and forget to let yourself out and come down to supper,” she cautioned him. “Good by.”
Going back to her room, she took off her jacket and broad hat, and replaced them with a sealskin coat and toque. Then she went running down the stairs and turned out into Sainte Anne Street, already powdered thickly with falling flakes16.
With the coming of the snow, the wind was dying, and Nancy made her way easily enough around the corner into Buade Street, past the Chien d’Or, gnawing17 his perennial18 bone high in the air, and out to the northeast corner of the city wall where she halted, breathless, beside one of the venerable guns.
Just then, the door of the doctor’s room opened, and Adolphe St. Jacques stepped out into the hall.
And St. Jacques nodded in silence, as he gripped the outstretched hand.
As a matter of course, he took his way straight in the direction of the ramparts. St. Jacques could think of but one person in the world, just then; and that person was Nancy Howard. He overtook her at the angle of the ancient wall. Later, it occurred to him that there was a symbolic20 meaning in the situation, as he came hurrying onward21, with Laval at his left, Nancy at his right, and the brief, empty stretch of road before him. At the time, however, he had but one thought, and that was to get to Nancy.
He found her standing22 with her back towards the direction from whence he came. One arm lay lightly across the cannon23, the other rested on the old gray parapet which made a fitting background for her slight figure in its dark cloth skirt and dark fur coat. Her shoulders were sprinkled with the fine, soft snow and, against the snowy air above the river, her vivid hair, loosened by the wind, stood out in a gleaming aureole above the high collar of her coat.
“Miss Howard!”
She turned with a start to find St. Jacques at her side. Releasing the cannon, she held out her hand in blithe24 greeting.
“Isn’t this superb?” she exclaimed breathlessly. “I am so glad you have come to enjoy it with me. See how the river is all blown into a chopping sea! And the snow over Lévis! And look at those thick clouds of snow that keep scurrying25 across the river! How can people stay in-doors and lose it all?”
For an instant, St. Jacques felt himself dazzled by her beauty and by her strong vitality26. In all his past experience, there had been no other Nancy. He sought to get a firm grasp upon himself. The instant’s delay caught Nancy’s quick attention, and she shrank from him, as she saw his rigid27 face and lambent eyes. Then she rallied and laughed lightly.
“So I have.”
“Was it a pretty one?” she asked nervously29, as she locked her hands above the crowned monogram30 on the gun, and stood looking at him a little defiantly31.
He shook his head.
“It was the ghost of what I might have been,” he answered quietly.
Again Nancy sought to dominate the scene.
He disregarded her words.
“Miss Howard,” he said slowly; “I have come to say good by.”
Instantly her tone changed.
“Oh, I am so sorry! Is it for a long time?”
“I may not come back while you are here.”
It was plain that he was struggling hard to hold himself steady; and Nancy, at a loss to explain the situation, nevertheless found herself sharing his mood.
“I am sorry,” she repeated slowly. “Are you going to leave Quebec?”
“I am going home.”
“There is no trouble there, I hope.”
“No. The trouble is all here.”
“At Laval?” she questioned, with a smile.
St. Jacques shook his head.
“What should be the trouble at Laval?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing; unless you have come into collision with a dean or two,” she answered hastily.
St. Jacques smiled, with a pitiful attempt at mirth.
“No. On the other hand, something came into collision with me.”
“What was that?”
For his only answer, he brushed aside his hair and let the storm sweep pitilessly against the scar beneath. Nancy caught her breath sharply.
“M. St. Jacques! Do you mean that it is going to be serious?”
“So serious that I must give up all work.”
“Who says so?” she demanded.
“Your father.”
“My father?” Nancy’s accent dropped to utter hopelessness. “For how long?”
“Until I am better.”
“And when will that be?”
“He says it is impossible for him to tell. Perhaps—”
“Perhaps?” Nancy echoed questioningly.
“Perhaps—never.”
There was no answer for a moment. Then Nancy’s glove tore itself across with the strain of her clenched36 fingers.
“Oh, I could kill the man who struck that blow!” she burst out. Then her head went down on the crowned monogram, and the silence dropped again.
At length, Nancy raised her head.
“How long have you known it?” she said, as soon as she could speak quietly.
“Just as you came to the door of your father’s room.”
“And already it seems ages old. You are sure?”
“He is. It has been coming on for a month now. Three weeks ago, I went to your father and told him that I feared there was trouble. He bade me wait, to live out of doors and to work as little as possible. I kept the hope. My profession means so much to me now, that I could not give it up.”
“Yes, I know. Your profession is your very life,” Nancy answered gently.
Swiftly he turned and faced her. In that one glance, Nancy saw all the fiery40, repressed nature of the man, read his secret and, with a sinking heart, acknowledged to herself the fatal keenness of the blow which she must one day in honor deal.
But the answer of St. Jacques was already in her ears.
“It means far more than life.”
She tried to stem the tide of his words.
“When do you go?” she asked hurriedly.
“To-morrow.”
“So soon as that?”
“There must be an operation.”
“Where?”
“At my home. Your father will go with me. Every one says no greater man can be found. He is very good,” St. Jacques added simply.
Again Nancy’s courage failed her. Again she looked into her companion’s face, and took heart from the resolution written there.
“I wish I knew what to say,” she said quietly.
“Sometimes there is nothing to say. It is all said for us,” he replied, with sudden dreariness41. “Meanwhile, may I ask a favor of you?”
“Of course.”
“You have your little Sainte Anne?”
For her only answer, she took it from the folds of her blouse and laid it in his hand. He walked on for a moment, looking down at it with loving, reverent42 eyes. Then he gave it back into her keeping.
“I had hoped so much from it,” he said slowly; “so much more than you ever knew. I regarded the name as an omen35 of good. I even made my novena; but it was all in vain.” His voice dropped. “All in vain.” Then he steadied himself. “But the favor? It is to be next Thursday, three days from now. The operation, I mean. On that day, will you go out to the shrine43 of the Good Sainte Anne, and say a prayer for me? You are no Catholic, I know; but it will help me to be brave, if I can feel that together you and she are making intercession in my behalf.”
Resolutely44 Nancy brushed the tears from her cheeks and faced him with a smile.
“I—promise,” she said. Then her voice failed her again.
“Thank you. It will be a help. Beyond that, I ask nothing of you. In the one case, it could do no good. In the other, I shall come back to you. There is no need to tell you all I have wished—and hoped—and prayed for, all you have been in my life, these past weeks. If the Good Sainte Anne wills it, I shall tell it all to you, some day. If not—good by.”
As he took her hand into his strong fingers, Nancy’s tear-dim eyes were blind to everything but the unspoken love and longing45 in the great dark eyes before her, everything but the point of the lower lip rolling outward in its pitiful attempt to form its own brave, characteristic little smile.
Then, hat in hand and the snow sifting46 down on his thick dark hair, he turned away and left her alone beside the old gray wall in the fast-gathering snow.
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casement
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bespoke
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flakes
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gnawing
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kindly
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symbolic
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cannon
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monogram
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shrine
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resolutely
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longing
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