He's even opposed to operating for appendicitis.""He's right," exclaimed Anne, with a complete change of front. `I believe myself that you modern doctors are entirely too fond of ****** experiments with human flesh and blood.""Rhoda Allonby would not be a living woman today if Ihad been afraid of ****** a certain experiment,"argued Gilbert. "I took the risk--and saved her life.""I'm sick and tired of hearing about Rhoda Allonby,"cried Anne--most unjustly, for Gilbert had never mentioned Mrs. Allonby's name since the day he had told Anne of his success in regard to her. And he could not be blamed for other people's discussion of it.
Gilbert felt rather hurt.
"I had not expected you to look at the matter as you do, Anne," he said a little stiffly, getting up and moving towards the office door. It was their first approach to a quarrel.
But Anne flew after him and dragged him back.
"Now, Gilbert, you are not `going off mad.' Sit down here and I'll apologise bee-YEW-ti-fully, I shouldn't have said that. But--oh, if you knew--"Anne checked herself just in time. She had been on the very verge of betraying Leslie's secret.
"Knew what a woman feels about it," she concluded lamely.
"I think I do know. I've looked at the matter from every point of view--and I've been driven to the conclusion that it is my duty to tell Leslie that Ibelieve it is possible that **** can be restored to himself; there my responsibility ends. It will be for her to decide what she will do.""I don't think you've any right to put such a responsibility on her. She has enough to bear. She is poor--how could she afford such an operation?""That is for her to decide," persisted Gilbert stubbornly.
"You say you think that **** can be cured. But are you SURE of it?""Certainly not. Nobody could be sure of such a thing.
There may have been lesions of the brain itself, the effect of which can never be removed. But if, as Ibelieve, his loss of memory and other faculties is due merely to the pressure on the brain centers of certain depressed areas of bone, then he can be cured.""But it's only a possibility!" insisted Anne. "Now, suppose you tell Leslie and she decides to have the operation. It will cost a great deal. She will have to borrow the money, or sell her little property. And suppose the operation is a failure and **** remains the same.
How will she be able to pay back the money she borrows, or make a living for herself and that big helpless creature if she sells the farm?""Oh, I know--I know. But it is my duty to tell her. Ican't get away from that conviction."
"Oh, I know the Blythe stubbornness," groaned Anne.
"But don't do this solely on your own responsibility.
Consult Doctor Dave."
"I HAVE done so," said Gilbert reluctantly.
"And what did he say?"
"In brief--as you say--leave well enough alone. Apart from his prejudice against new-fangled surgery, I'm afraid he looks at the case from your point of view--don't do it, for Leslie's sake.""There now," cried Anne triumphantly. "I do think, Gilbert, that you ought to abide by the judgment of a man nearly eighty, who has seen a great deal and saved scores of lives himself--surely his opinion ought to weigh more than a mere boy's.""Thank you."
"Don't laugh. It's too serious."
"That's just my point. It IS serious. Here is a man who is a helpless burden. He may be restored to reason and usefulness--""He was so very useful before," interjected Anne witheringly.
"He may be given a chance to make good and redeem the past. His wife doesn't know this. I do. It is therefore my duty to tell her that there is such a possibility. That, boiled down, is my decision.""Don't say `decision' yet, Gilbert. Consult somebody else. Ask Captain Jim what he thinks about it.""Very well. But I'll not promise to abide by his opinion, Anne.
This is something a man must decide for himself. My conscience would never be easy if I kept silent on the subject.""Oh, your conscience!" moaned Anne. "I suppose that Uncle Dave has a conscience too, hasn't he?""Yes. But I am not the keeper of his conscience.
Come, Anne, if this affair did not concern Leslie--if it were a purely abstract case, you would agree with me,--you know you would.""I wouldn't," vowed Anne, trying to believe it herself. "Oh, you can argue all night, Gilbert, but you won't convince me. Just you ask Miss Cornelia what she thinks of it.""You're driven to the last ditch, Anne, when you bring up Miss Cornelia as a reinforcement. She will say, `Just like a man,' and rage furiously. No matter.
This is no affair for Miss Cornelia to settle. Leslie alone must decide it.""You know very well how she will decide it," said Anne, almost in tears. "She has ideals of duty, too.
I don't see how you can take such a responsibility on your shoulders. _I_ couldn't.""`Because right is right to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence,'"quoted Gilbert.
"Oh, you think a couplet of poetry a convincing argument!" scoffed Anne. "That is so like a man."And then she laughed in spite of herself. It sounded so like an echo of Miss Cornelia.
"Well, if you won't accept Tennyson as an authority, perhaps you will believe the words of a Greater than he," said Gilbert seriously. "`Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free.' I believe that, Anne, with all my heart. It's the greatest and grandest verse in the Bible--or in any literature--and the TRUEST, if there are comparative degrees of trueness. And it's the first duty of a man to tell the truth, as he sees it and believes it.""In this case the truth won't make poor Leslie free,"sighed Anne. "It will probably end in still more bitter bondage for her. Oh, Gilbert, I CAN'T think you are right."
