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HE tried to explain to his wife, as they prepared for bed, how objectionable was Sheldon Smeeth, but all her answer was, “He has such a beautiful voice — so spiritual. I don’t think you ought to speak of him like that just because you can’t appreciate music!” He saw her then as a stranger; he stared bleakly1 at this plump and fussy3 woman with the broad bare arms, and wondered how she had ever come here.
In his chilly4 cot, turning from aching side to side, he pondered of Tanis. “He’d been a fool to lose her. He had to have somebody he could really talk to. He’d — oh, he’d BUST5 if he went on stewing6 about things by himself. And Myra, useless to expect her to understand. Well, rats, no use dodging7 the issue. Darn shame for two married people to drift apart after all these years; darn rotten shame; but nothing could bring them together now, as long as he refused to let Zenith bully8 him into taking orders — and he was by golly not going to let anybody bully him into anything, or wheedle9 him or coax10 him either!”
He woke at three, roused by a passing motor, and struggled out of bed for a drink of water. As he passed through the bedroom he heard his wife groan11. His resentment12 was night-blurred; he was solicitous13 in inquiring, “What’s the trouble, hon?”
“I’ve got — such a pain down here in my side — oh, it’s just — it tears at me.”
“Bad indigestion? Shall I get you some bicarb?”
“Don’t think — that would help. I felt funny last evening and yesterday, and then — oh!— it passed away and I got to sleep and — That auto14 woke me up.”
Her voice was laboring16 like a ship in a storm. He was alarmed.
“I better call the doctor.”
“No, no! It’ll go away. But maybe you might get me an ice-bag.”
He stalked to the bathroom for the ice-bag, down to the kitchen for ice. He felt dramatic in this late-night expedition, but as he gouged17 the chunk18 of ice with the dagger-like pick he was cool, steady, mature; and the old friendliness19 was in his voice as he patted the ice-bag into place on her groin, rumbling21, “There, there, that’ll be better now.” He retired22 to bed, but he did not sleep. He heard her groan again. Instantly he was up, soothing23 her, “Still pretty bad, honey?”
“Yes, it just gripes me, and I can’t get to sleep.”
Her voice was faint. He knew her dread24 of doctors’ verdicts and he did not inform her, but he creaked down-stairs, telephoned to Dr. Earl Patten, and waited, shivering, trying with fuzzy eyes to read a magazine, till he heard the doctor’s car.
The doctor was youngish and professionally breezy. He came in as though it were sunny noontime. “Well, George, little trouble, eh? How is she now?” he said busily as, with tremendous and rather irritating cheerfulness, he tossed his coat on a chair and warmed his hands at a radiator25. He took charge of the house. Babbitt felt ousted26 and unimportant as he followed the doctor up to the bedroom, and it was the doctor who chuckled27, “Oh, just little stomach-ache” when Verona peeped through her door, begging, “What is it, Dad, what is it?”
To Mrs. Babbitt the doctor said with amiable28 belligerence29, after his examination, “Kind of a bad old pain, eh? I’ll give you something to make you sleep, and I think you’ll feel better in the morning. I’ll come in right after breakfast.” But to Babbitt, lying in wait in the lower hall, the doctor sighed, “I don’t like the feeling there in her belly30. There’s some rigidity31 and some inflammation. She’s never had her appendix out has she? Um. Well, no use worrying. I’ll be here first thing in the morning, and meantime she’ll get some rest. I’ve given her a hypo. Good night.”
Then was Babbitt caught up in the black tempest.
Instantly all the indignations which had been dominating him and the spiritual dramas through which he had struggled became pallid32 and absurd before the ancient and overwhelming realities, the standard and traditional realities, of sickness and menacing death, the long night, and the thousand steadfast33 implications of married life. He crept back to her. As she drowsed away in the tropic languor34 of morphia, he sat on the edge of her bed, holding her hand, and for the first time in many weeks her hand abode35 trustfully in his.
He draped himself grotesquely36 in his toweling bathrobe and a pink and white couch-cover, and sat lumpishly in a wing-chair. The bedroom was uncanny in its half-light, which turned the curtains to lurking37 robbers, the dressing-table to a turreted38 castle. It smelled of cosmetics39, of linen40, of sleep. He napped and woke, napped and woke, a hundred times. He heard her move and sigh in slumber41; he wondered if there wasn’t some officious brisk thing he could do for her, and before he could quite form the thought he was asleep, racked and aching. The night was infinite. When dawn came and the waiting seemed at an end, he fell asleep, and was vexed42 to have been caught off his guard, to have been aroused by Verona’s entrance and her agitated43 “Oh, what is it, Dad?”
His wife was awake, her face sallow and lifeless in the morning light, but now he did not compare her with Tanis; she was not merely A Woman, to be contrasted with other women, but his own self, and though he might criticize her and nag44 her, it was only as he might criticize and nag himself, interestedly, unpatronizingly, without the expectation of changing — or any real desire to change — the eternal essence.
With Verona he sounded fatherly again, and firm. He consoled Tinka, who satisfactorily pointed45 the excitement of the hour by wailing46. He ordered early breakfast, and wanted to look at the newspaper, and felt somehow heroic and useful in not looking at it. But there were still crawling and totally unheroic hours of waiting before Dr. Patten returned.
“Don’t see much change,” said Patten. “I’ll be back about eleven, and if you don’t mind, I think I’ll bring in some other world-famous pill-pedler for consultation48, just to be on the safe side. Now George, there’s nothing you can do. I’ll have Verona keep the ice-bag filled — might as well leave that on, I guess — and you, you better beat it to the office instead of standing49 around her looking as if you were the patient. The nerve of husbands! Lot more neurotic50 than the women! They always have to horn in and get all the credit for feeling bad when their wives are ailing47. Now have another nice cup of coffee and git!”
Under this derision Babbitt became more matter-of-fact. He drove to the office, tried to dictate51 letters, tried to telephone and, before the call was answered, forgot to whom he was telephoning. At a quarter after ten he returned home. As he left the down-town traffic and sped up the car, his face was as grimly creased52 as the mask of tragedy.
His wife greeted him with surprise. “Why did you come back, dear? I think I feel a little better. I told Verona to skip off to her office. Was it wicked of me to go and get sick?”
He knew that she wanted petting, and she got it, joyously53. They were curiously54 happy when he heard Dr. Patten’s car in front. He looked out of the window. He was frightened. With Patten was an impatient man with turbulent black hair and a hussar mustache — Dr. A. I. Dilling, the surgeon. Babbitt sputtered55 with anxiety, tried to conceal56 it, and hurried down to the door.
Dr. Patten was profusely57 casual: “Don’t want to worry you, old man, but I thought it might be a good stunt58 to have Dr. Dilling examine her.” He gestured toward Dilling as toward a master.
Dilling nodded in his curtest manner and strode up-stairs Babbitt tramped the living-room in agony. Except for his wife’s confinements60 there had never been a major operation in the family, and to him surgery was at once a miracle and an abomination of fear. But when Dilling and Patten came down again he knew that everything was all right, and he wanted to laugh, for the two doctors were exactly like the bearded physicians in a musical comedy, both of them rubbing their hands and looking foolishly sagacious.
“I’m sorry, old man, but it’s acute appendicitis62. We ought to operate. Of course you must decide, but there’s no question as to what has to be done.”
Babbitt did not get all the force of it. He mumbled63, “Well I suppose we could get her ready in a couple o’ days. Probably Ted20 ought to come down from the university, just in case anything happened.”
Dr. Dilling growled64, “Nope. If you don’t want peritonitis to set in, we’ll have to operate right away. I must advise it strongly. If you say go ahead, I’ll ‘phone for the St. Mary’s ambulance at once, and we’ll have her on the table in three-quarters of an hour.”
“I— I Of course, I suppose you know what — But great God, man, I can’t get her clothes ready and everything in two seconds, you know! And in her state, so wrought-up and weak —”
“Just throw her hair-brush and comb and tooth-brush in a bag; that’s all she’ll need for a day or two,” said Dr. Dilling, and went to the telephone.
Babbitt galloped65 desperately66 up-stairs. He sent the frightened Tinka out of the room. He said gaily67 to his wife, “Well, old thing, the doc thinks maybe we better have a little operation and get it over. Just take a few minutes — not half as serious as a confinement59 — and you’ll be all right in a jiffy.”
She gripped his hand till the fingers ached. She said patiently, like a cowed child, “I’m afraid — to go into the dark, all alone!” Maturity68 was wiped from her eyes; they were pleading and terrified. “Will you stay with me? Darling, you don’t have to go to the office now, do you? Could you just go down to the hospital with me? Could you come see me this evening — if everything’s all right? You won’t have to go out this evening, will you?”
He was on his knees by the bed. While she feebly ruffled69 his hair, he sobbed70, he kissed the lawn of her sleeve, and swore, “Old honey, I love you more than anything in the world! I’ve kind of been worried by business and everything, but that’s all over now, and I’m back again.”
“Are you really? George, I was thinking, lying here, maybe it would be a good thing if I just WENT. I was wondering if anybody really needed me. Or wanted me. I was wondering what was the use of my living. I’ve been getting so stupid and ugly —”
“Why, you old humbug71! Fishing for compliments when I ought to be packing your bag! Me, sure, I’m young and handsome and a regular village cut-up and —” He could not go on. He sobbed again; and in muttered incoherencies they found each other.
As he packed, his brain was curiously clear and swift. He’d have no more wild evenings, he realized. He admitted that he would regret them. A little grimly he perceived that this had been his last despairing fling before the paralyzed contentment of middle-age. Well, and he grinned impishly, “it was one doggone good party while it lasted!” And — how much was the operation going to cost? “I ought to have fought that out with Dilling. But no, damn it, I don’t care how much it costs!”
The motor ambulance was at the door. Even in his grief the Babbitt who admired all technical excellences72 was interested in the kindly73 skill with which the attendants slid Mrs. Babbitt upon a stretcher and carried her down-stairs. The ambulance was a huge, suave74, varnished75, white thing. Mrs. Babbitt moaned, “It frightens me. It’s just like a hearse, just like being put in a hearse. I want you to stay with me.”
“I’ll be right up front with the driver,” Babbitt promised.
“No, I want you to stay inside with me.” To the attendants: “Can’t he be inside?”
“Sure, ma’am, you bet. There’s a fine little camp-stool in there,” the older attendant said, with professional pride.
He sat beside her in that traveling cabin with its cot, its stool, its active little electric radiator, and its quite unexplained calendar, displaying a girl eating cherries, and the name of an enterprising grocer. But as he flung out his hand in hopeless cheerfulness it touched the radiator, and he squealed76:
“Ouch! Jesus!”
“Why, George Babbitt, I won’t have you cursing and swearing and blaspheming!”
“I know, awful sorry but — Gosh all fish-hooks, look how I burned my hand! Gee77 whiz, it hurts! It hurts like the mischief78! Why, that damn radiator is hot as — it’s hot as — it’s hotter ‘n the hinges of Hades! Look! You can see the mark!”
So, as they drove up to St. Mary’s Hospital, with the nurses already laying out the instruments for an operation to save her life, it was she who consoled him and kissed the place to make it well, and though he tried to be gruff and mature, he yielded to her and was glad to be babied.
The ambulance whirled under the hooded79 carriage-entrance of the hospital, and instantly he was reduced to a zero in the nightmare succession of cork-floored halls, endless doors open on old women sitting up in bed, an elevator, the anesthetizing room, a young interne contemptuous of husbands. He was permitted to kiss his wife; he saw a thin dark nurse fit the cone80 over her mouth and nose; he stiffened81 at a sweet and treacherous82 odor; then he was driven out, and on a high stool in a laboratory he sat dazed, longing83 to see her once again, to insist that he had always loved her, had never for a second loved anybody else or looked at anybody else. In the laboratory he was conscious only of a decayed object preserved in a bottle of yellowing alcohol. It made him very sick, but he could not take his eyes from it. He was more aware of it than of waiting. His mind floated in abeyance84, coming back always to that horrible bottle. To escape it he opened the door to the right, hoping to find a sane85 and business-like office. He realized that he was looking into the operating-room; in one glance he took in Dr. Dilling, strange in white gown and bandaged head, bending over the steel table with its screws and wheels, then nurses holding basins and cotton sponges, and a swathed thing, just a lifeless chin and a mound86 of white in the midst of which was a square of sallow flesh with a gash87 a little bloody88 at the edges, protruding89 from the gash a cluster of forceps like clinging parasites90.
He shut the door with haste. It may be that his frightened repentance91 of the night and morning had not eaten in, but this dehumanizing interment of her who had been so pathetically human shook him utterly92, and as he crouched93 again on the high stool in the laboratory he swore faith to his wife . . . to Zenith . . . to business efficiency . . . to the Boosters’ Club . . . to every faith of the Clan94 of Good Fellows.
Then a nurse was soothing, “All over! Perfect success! She’ll come out fine! She’ll be out from under the anesthetic95 soon, and you can see her.”
He found her on a curious tilted96 bed, her face an unwholesome yellow but her purple lips moving slightly. Then only did he really believe that she was alive. She was muttering. He bent97, and heard her sighing, “Hard get real maple98 syrup99 for pancakes.” He laughed inexhaustibly; he beamed on the nurse and proudly confided100, “Think of her talking about maple syrup! By golly, I’m going to go and order a hundred gallons of it, right from Vermont!”
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She was out of the hospital in seventeen days. He went to see her each afternoon, and in their long talks they drifted back to intimacy101. Once he hinted something of his relations to Tanis and the Bunch, and she was inflated102 by the view that a Wicked Woman had captivated her poor George.
If once he had doubted his neighbors and the supreme103 charm of the Good Fellows, he was convinced now. You didn’t, he noted104, “see Seneca Doane coming around with any flowers or dropping in to chat with the Missus,” but Mrs. Howard Littlefield brought to the hospital her priceless wine jelly (flavored with real wine); Orville Jones spent hours in picking out the kind of novels Mrs. Babbitt liked — nice love stories about New York millionaries and Wyoming cowpunchers; Louetta Swanson knitted a pink bed-jacket; Sidney Finkelstein and his merry brown-eyed flapper of a wife selected the prettiest nightgown in all the stock of Parcher and Stein.
All his friends ceased whispering about him, suspecting him. At the Athletic105 Club they asked after her daily. Club members whose names he did not know stopped him to inquire, “How’s your good lady getting on?” Babbitt felt that he was swinging from bleak2 uplands down into the rich warm air of a valley pleasant with cottages.
One noon Vergil Gunch suggested, “You planning to be at the hospital about six? The wife and I thought we’d drop in.” They did drop in. Gunch was so humorous that Mrs. Babbitt said he must “stop making her laugh because honestly it was hurting her incision106.” As they passed down the hall Gunch demanded amiably107, “George, old scout108, you were soreheaded about something, here a while back. I don’t know why, and it’s none of my business. But you seem to be feeling all hunky-dory again, and why don’t you come join us in the Good Citizens’ League, old man? We have some corking109 times together, and we need your advice.”
Then did Babbitt, almost tearful with joy at being coaxed110 instead of bullied111, at being permitted to stop fighting, at being able to desert without injuring his opinion of himself, cease utterly to be a domestic revolutionist. He patted Gunch’s shoulder, and next day he became a member of the Good Citizens’ League.
Within two weeks no one in the League was more violent regarding the wickedness of Seneca Doane, the crimes of labor15 unions, the perils112 of immigration, and the delights of golf, morality, and bank-accounts than was George F. Babbitt.
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incision
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| n.童子军，侦察员；v.侦察，搜索 | |
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