Jewel jumped into her chair and turned toward him with an apologetic smile."I couldn't make my hair look very nice,"she said,with the lift of her shoulders which he had come to connect with her confidential moments.Remembering the feverish child of the morning,he looked at her in silent wonder.The appearance of her flaxen head he could see was in contrast to the trim and well-cared-for look it had worn when she arrived.
"Poor little thing!"he thought."She looks motherless--motherless."Involuntarily he cast a glance of impatience at his other guests.The expression of blank amazement on their faces stirred him to amusement.
"If you are afraid of infection,Madge,don't hesitate to retire to your room,"he said."Your dinner will be sent to you.""What does this mean!"ejaculated Mrs.Evringham."Why is Dr.Ballard coming twice a day to see that child?""To cure her,of course,"returned the broker,his lips breaking into smiles."Why do doctors generally visit patients?""Then when he came the second time he found her well?""Ha,ha,"laughed Mr.Evringham,"yes,that's it.He found her well."Eloise and her mother gazed at him in astonishment.Mrs.Forbes's face was immovable.A sense of humor was not included in her mental equipment,and she considered the whole affair lamentable and unseemly in the extreme.
"Grandpa,"said Jewel,looking at him with gentle reproach,"you're not laughing at Dr.Ballard,are you?He's the kindestman.I love him,next to you,best of anybody in Bel-Air"--then thinking this declaration might hurt her aunt and cousin,she added,"because I know him the best,you know.He tried to deceive me about the medicine,but it was only because he didn't know that there isn't any righteous deceiving.He meant to do me good."Mrs.Evringham looked curiously from the child to her father-in-law.
As she herself said later,she had never felt so "out of it"in her life.As the subject concerned Dr.Ballard,she wished to understand clearly what circumstance could possibly have induced Mr.Evringham to laugh repeatedly.