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"'That divine brown, he pursued, that soft, dark, liquid brown of unfathomable depth! Now there," nodding laughingly at Beason, "you have a sample of the great Dr. Hubers' mighty intellect." Beason hovered around, hoping for a few more stray words, but as Harry Wyman and Georgia were talking about some foolish newspaper affairs, he went to his room and tried to settle down to work.
Then he delivered this very calmly: "Well, the fact of the matter is, that among all medical men, and in that part of the scientific world which I may call the active part the only part of any real value Karl Hubers is regarded so far above every other man who ever set foot in this university that all the rest of the place is looked upon as something which surrounds him.
"Really, now," gasped the head of the department, after a minute of speechless staring, "really, now, Dr. Parkman, you astonish me." "That's the truth, if he ever spoke it," thought the doctor grimly." Dr. Hubers' wife, I understand you to say?" and he of erudition was equal to a covert sneer "just what has she to do with it, please?" "She has everything to do with it.
By the merest lifting of his eyebrows, Lane signified that he would make no attempt at detaining the doctor longer than he wished to stay. He awaited punctiliously the other man's pleasure, silently emphasising that the interview was not of his bringing about. "Thinks I'm a boor and a brute," mused Parkman. "What I wanted to see you about," he began, "relates to Dr. Hubers." "Ah, yes poor Hubers.
His work depended entirely on seeing things right; it was the appearance of things in their different stages which told the story. Dr. Hubers had a queer little trick with his eyes; the students who worked with him had often noticed it. He had a way of resting his finger in the corner of his eye when thinking.
Dr. Hubers' voice rang out charged with a significance the older man could not understand. "You say Beason is back?" the voice then was as if something had broken. "Yes, it was unexpected. He had thought he would be West this year, but things turned out better than he had expected." "Yes, he told me in April, that he would be West this year."
And the thing which worried him most was that he was worrying a great deal more than the facts in the case warranted. He was not given to taking notions, and that was just what this seemed. One would suppose that a man like Hubers would be able to look out for himself, "but for a fool, give me a great man!" was the thought with which the doctor went to sleep.
Georgia rose to go, but he told her to stay, he might feel more in the mood for drunken interns by and by. He arranged with Professor Hastings about the student; and it was when the older man was about to leave that he asked, a little hesitatingly, about Dr. Hubers. "I have been away all summer," he told the doctor, "and have not seen him yet." Georgia was watching Dr. Parkman.
Karl Ludwig Hubers," pounding it out on a copy of Walden as typewriter " but newly returned from foreign shores, entertained last night at a book dusting party. Those present were Dr. Murray Parkman, eminent surgeon, and Miss Georgia McCormick, well and unfavourably known in some parts of the city. Rug beating and other athletic games were indulged in.
The enthusiasm of the students for him quite reached the borderland of reverence. To get some work in Dr. Hubers' laboratory was regarded, among the scientific students, as the triumph of a whole university career. And it was those students who worked as his assistants who came to know the fine fibre of the man. They could tell best the real story of his work.
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