"Ah, well, we did a little work in a quiet way," replied the doctor, falling into his best professional tone.
"And this yachting party, I suppose Dr. Bulling and you worked that, too? Really, Dr. Foxmore, you have no idea what a relief it is to have one's affairs taken charge of in this way. It quite saves one the trouble of ****** up one's mind. Indeed, one hardly needs a mind at all." Iola's face and smile were those of innocent childhood. Dr. Foxmore shot a suspicious glance at her and hastened to change the subject.
"Well, you will go next Saturday, will you not?"
"I am really a little uncertain at present," replied Iola.
"Oh, you must, you know! Mrs. Duff Charrington will be awfully cut up, not to speak of Bulling. He had no end of trouble to bring it off."
"You mean, to persuade Mrs. Duff Charrington to invite me?"
"Oh, well," said the doctor, plunging wildly, "I wouldn't put it that way. But the whole question of the Philharmonic was involved, and this invitation was a flag of truce, as it were."
"Your metaphors certainly have a warlike flavour, Dr. Foxmore; I cannot pretend to follow the workings of your mind. But seeing that this invitation has been secured at the expense of such effort on the part of Dr. Bulling and yourself, I rather think I shall decline it." In spite of all she could do, Iola could not keep out of her voice a slightly haughty tone. Dr. Foxmore's sense of superiority was fast deserting him. "And as to the Philharmonic solos," continued Iola, "if the directors see fit to make me an offer of the part I shall consider it."
"Consider it!" gasped Dr. Foxmore. It was time this young girl with her absurd pretensions were given to understand the magnitude of the favour that Dr. Bulling and himself were seeking to confer upon her. He became brutal. "Well, all I say is that if you know when you are well off, you'll take this chance."
Iola rose with easy grace and stood erect her full height. Dr.
Foxmore had not thought her so tall. Her face was a shade paler than usual, her eyes a little wider open, but her voice was as smooth as ever, and with just a little ring as of steel in it she inquired, "Did you come here this morning to make this threat, Dr.
Foxmore?"
"I came," he said bluntly, "to let you know your good fortune and to warn you not to allow any of your friends to persuade you against your own best interests."
"My friends?" Iola threw her head slightly backward and her tone became frankly haughty.
"Oh, I know your friends, and especially--I may as well be plain--that young medical student, Boyle, don't like Dr. Bulling, and might persuade you against this yacht trip."
Iola was furiously aware that her face was aflame, but she stood without speaking for a few moments till she was sure her voice was steady.
"My FRIENDS would never presume to interfere with my choosing."
"Well, they presume, or at least that young Boyle presumed, to interfere once too often for his own good. But he'll probably be more careful in future."
"Mr. Boyle is a gentleman in whom I have the fullest confidence.
He would do what he thought right."
"He will probably correct his judgments before he interferes with Dr. Bulling again." The doctor's tone was insolently sarcastic.
"Dr. Bulling?"
"Yes. He was grossly insulting and Dr. Bulling was forced to chastise him."
"Chastise! Mr. Boyle!" cried Iola, her anger throwing her off her guard. "That is quite impossible, Dr. Foxmore! That could not happen!"
"But I am telling you it did! I was present and saw it. It was this way--"
Iola put up her hand imperiously. "Dr. Foxmore," she said, recovering her self-command, "there is no need of words. I tell you it is quite impossible! It is quite impossible!"
Dr. Foxmore's face flushed a deep red. He flung aside the remaining shreds of decency in speech.
"Do you mean to call me a liar?" he shouted.
"Ah, Dr. Foxmore, would you also chastise me as well?"
The doctor stood in helpless rage looking at the calm, smiling face.
"I was a fool to come!" he blurted.
"I would not presume to contradict you, nor to stand in the way of returning wisdom."
The doctor swore a great oath under his breath and without further words strode from the room.
Iola stood erect and silent till he had disappeared through the open door. "Oh!" she breathed, her hands fiercely clenched, "if I were a man what a joy it would be just now!" She shut the door and sat down to think. "I wonder what did happen? I must see **** at once. He'll tell me. Oh, it is all horribly loathsome!" For the first time she saw herself from Dr. Bulling's point of view. If she sang in the Philharmonic it would be by virtue of his good offices and by the gracious permission of the Duff Charringtons.
That she had the voice for the part and that it was immeasurably better than Evelyn Redd's counted not at all. How mean she felt!
And yet she must go on with it. She would not allow anything to stand in the way of her success. This was the first firm stepping-stone in her climb to fame. Once this was taken, she would be independent of Bulling and his hateful associates. She would go on this yacht trip. She need not have anything to do with Dr.
Bulling, nor would she, for Barney would undoubtedly be hurt and angry. It looked terribly like disloyalty to him to associate herself on terms of friendship with the man who had beaten him so cruelly. Oh, how she hated herself! But she could not give up her chance. She would explain to Barney how helpless she was and she would send **** to him. He would listen to ****.
Poor Iola! Without knowing it, she was standing at the cross roads ****** choice of a path that was to lead her far from the faith, the ideals, the friends she now held most dear. Through all her years she had been preparing herself for this hour of choice. With her, to desire greatly was to bend her energies to attain. She would deeply wound the man who loved her better than his own life; but the moment of choice found her helpless in the grip of her ambition. And so her choice was made.
