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"I believe and my wife believes," said Levice, heavily, as if the words were so many burdens, "that our child will be happy only as your wife, and that nothing should stand in the way of the consummation of this happiness. Dr. Kemp, you have assured me you still love my daughter. Ruth!" She sprang to her feet, looking only at her father.
"Is Miss Levice in?" asked the voice that made the little candle-light seem like myriads of swimming stars. As the maid answered in the affirmative, she came mechanically forward and met the bright-glancing eyes of Dr. Kemp. "Good-evening," she said, holding out her disengaged hand, which he grasped and shook heartily. "Is it Santa Filomena?" he asked, smiling into her eyes.
Levice entered first and stood still; Louis, looking over her shoulder, saw too nothing but Ruth standing encircled by her husband's arm; her lovely face smiled into his, which looked down at her with an expression that drove every drop of blood from Arnold's face.
A blithe voice at the door interrupted her, calling: "Open the door, Ruth; my hands are full." She rose hastily, and with a signal of silence to her loquacious cousin, opened the door for her mother. "Ah, Jennie, how are your, dear? But let us inspect this box which Nora has just handed me, before we consider you;" and Mrs. Levice softly deposited a huge box upon Ruth's lace-enveloped bed.
Kemp looked as if he would not tire if the sound should "grow forever and forever." Mrs. Levice was wakeful after she had gone to bed. Her husband also seemed inclined to prolong the night, for he made no move to undress. "Jules," said she in a low, confidential tone, "do you realize that our daughter is twenty-two?" He looked at her with a half-smile. "Is not this her birthday?"
Her old-time excited contradictions never obtruded themselves in their conversations. A silent knowledge lay between them which neither, by word or look, ever alluded to. Mrs. Levice noted with delight their changed relations. Louis's sarcasm ceased to be directed at Ruth; and though the familiar sparring was missing, Mrs.
Toward morning Levice suddenly sprang up in bed and made as if to leap upon the floor. Kemp's quick, strong hand held him back. "Where are you going?" he asked. Mrs. Levice stood instantly beside him. "Oh," gasped Levice, his eyes falling upon her, "I wanted to get home; but it is all right now. Is the child in bed, Esther?" "Here she is; lie still, Jules; you know you are ill." "But not now.
"What were you saying of me?" she asked, keeping Ruth's hand in hers and looking up at Kemp, who leaned against the mantel-shelf, his face radiant with gladness. "We were saying that it will do you good to come out of this great house to our little one, till we find something better." Mrs. Levice looked across at Louis, who stood at the piano, his back half turned, looking over a book.
I wish I could make you divide some of your blessings. As I cannot, I wish you to appreciate them as they deserve. Do not come down, Miss Levice," as she moved to follow him; "I am in a great hurry. Good-morning." "How harassed he looked! I wonder who is his patient!" observed Mrs. Levice, as Ruth quietly returned to her seat. A sunbeam fell aslant the girl's preoccupied face.
Ruth, lovely in her pallor, sat near him; Mrs. Levice, on the other side of the bed, leaned back in her chair placed close to her husband's pillow; more remote, though inadvertently so, sat Dr. Kemp. It was by Mr. Levice's desire that these four had assembled here. He was sitting up, supported by many pillows; his face was hollow and colorless; his hands lay listlessly upon the counterpane.
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