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"Let us try to disentangle this web of complex and changing feeling. As the physician treats the disordered body, you know it is my cherished calling to minister to the disquieted mind. The first step is to discover the cause of trouble, if possible, and remove that. Can you not think of some cause of your present feelings?" Lottie averted her face in dismay, and thought, "What shall I do?
Blake felt that her cup of bitterness was full to overflowing, though Lottie did assure her, "You should have seen Jack's eye last April: his was much more swollen, and all sorts of colors, than mine." It was impossible to avoid the conclusion that Jack must have been, to say the least of it, unpleasant to look at.
He was carried up the steps, and the head of the Large Family went with him, looking very anxious. Shortly afterward a doctor's carriage arrived, and the doctor went in plainly to take care of him. "There is such a yellow gentleman next door, Sara," Lottie whispered at the French class afterward. "Do you think he is a Chinee? The geography says the Chinee men are yellow."
Once we sent for a doctor, far away, and he came as soon as he could, but my little Lottie was already..." A spasm of pain passed over her face, and there was a quickly indrawn breath. Then she was quiet again. "I hope he will never leave us," she said. "He may miss many things here, but it is a man's work."
A little later, as he came stamping up the piazza, out of the snow, after assisting Harcourt and Miss Martell away, the hall-door opened, and some one darted out, and took his hand in a quick, thrilling pressure. A voice that had grown as dear as familiar said, "Before we parted to-night I wanted to tell you that I think Lottie Marsden, like Ninon, has become more than a woman, a Christian."
I was in one of my moods this afternoon, now I'm in one of my tenses." "Unusually intense, I should think. I have not seen you so moved since Tom Wellesly threatened to blow out his brains for you." "He hadn't any to blow out," snapped Lottie, "or he wouldn't have thought of doing it for such a girl as I am."
"Oh, it don't matter what a brat of a boy says or does, anyway," said Lottie. "But I think Ellen is disgracing the family. Everybody in the hotel is laughing at that wiggy old Mrs. Bittridge, with her wobbly eyes, and they can see that he's just as green!
It was nearly tea time when they returned from their drive, some lady callers having prevented them from setting out at the early hour intended. "Now I must run right home," said Lottie, as they alighted. "Mother complains that she gets no good of me at all of late."
"We did not know but that the sylph you escorted away had made a supper of Hemstead, with you as a relish. Have you seen enough of this bear-garden yet?" "No, indeed," said Lottie; "I'm just beginning to enjoy myself." From openly staring at and criticising the party from Mrs. Marchmont's, the young people began to grow aggressive, and, from class prejudices, were inclined to be hostile.
Bel wanted to talk about the sermon, but as Lottie would not talk about anything, she, too, soon forgot her spiritual anxieties in sleep. But Lottie sat and stared at her fire, and Hemstead, deserted by all, stared at the fire in the parlor; and both were sorely troubled and perplexed. We have said that Lottie Marsden was a pagan. That is not necessarily a reproach. Socrates was a pagan.
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