the fortunes of oliver horn-第41章
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ation at a glance。 She saw Oliver's wrath and she knew its cause。
〃Don't； Mr。 Horn； pleaseplease！〃 she cried； putting up her hand。 〃I'll begin another drawing。 I see now that I took his seat when he was away； although I didn't know it。〃
Oliver stepped past her。 〃Get up； sir；〃 he said； 〃and give Miss Grant her seat。 What do you mean by speaking so to a lady？〃
The apprenticehis name was Judsonraised his eyes quickly； took in Oliver's tense； muscular figure standing over him； and said； with a contemptuous wave of the hand：
〃Young felleryou go and cool off somewhere； or I'll tell the professor。 It's none of your business。 I know the rules and〃
He never finished the sentencenot that anybody heard。 He was floundering on the floor； an overturned easel and drawing…board lying across his body； Oliver standing over him with his fists tightly clenched。
〃I'll teach you how to behave to a lady。〃 The words sounded as if they came from between closed teeth。 〃Here's your chair； Miss Grant；〃 and with a slight bow he placed the chair before her and resumed his seat with as much composure as if he had been in his mother's drawing…room in Kennedy Square。
Margaret was so astounded。 that for a moment she could not speak。 Then her voice came back to her。 〃I don't want it；〃 she cried； in a half…frightened way； the tears starting in her eyes。 〃It was never mineI told you so。 Oh； what have you done？〃
Never since the founding of the school had there been such a scene。 The students jumped from their chairs and crowded about the group。 The life class； which were at work in another room； startled by the uproar； swarmed out eager to know what had happened and whyand whoand what for。 Old Mother Mulligan； who had been posing for the class； with a cloak about her fat shoulders and a red handkerchief binding up her head； rushed over to Margaret； thinking she had been hurt in some way； until she saw the student on the floor； still panting and half…dazed from the effect of Oliver's blow。 Then she fell on her knees beside him。
At this instant Professor Cummings entered； and a sudden hush fell upon the room。 Judson； with the help of Mother Mulligan's arm； had picked himself up； and。 would have made a rush at Oliver had not big sack Bedford stopped him。
〃Who's to blame for this？〃 asked the professor； looking from one to the other。
Oliver rose from his seat。
〃This man insulted Miss Grant and I threw him out of her chair；〃 he answered quietly。
〃Insulted you！〃 cried the professor； in surprise； and he turned to Margaret。 〃What did he say？〃
〃I never said a word to her；〃 whined Judson； straightening his collar。 〃I told her the seat was mine； and so it is。 That wasn't insulting her。〃
〃It's all a mistake； professorMr。 Horn did not understand；〃 protested Margaret。 〃It was his seat； not mine。 He began his drawing first。 I didn't know it when I commenced mine。 I told Mr。 Horn so。〃
〃Why did you strike him？〃 asked the professor； and he turned and faced Oliver。
〃Because he had no business to speak to her as he did。 She is the only lady we have among us and every man in the class ought to remember it； and every man has since I've been here except this one。〃
There was a slight murmur of applause。 Judson's early training had been neglected as far as his manners went； and he was not popular。
The professor looked searchingly into Oliver's eyes and a flush of pride in the boy's pluck tinged his pale cheeks。 He had once thrown a fellow…student out of a window in Munich himself for a similar offence； and old as he was he had never forgotten it。
〃You come from the South； Mr。 Horn； I hear；〃 he said in a gentler voice； 〃and you are all a hot… tempered race； and often do foolish things。 Judson meant no harmhe says so； and Miss Grant says so。 Now you two shake hands and make up。 We are trying to learn to draw here； not to batter each other's heads。〃
Oliver's eyes roved from one to the other； he was too astonished to make further reply。 He had only done what he knew every other man around Kennedy Square would have done under similar circumstances； and what any other woman would have thanked him for。 Why was everybody here against himeven the girl herself！ What sort of people were these who would stand by and see a woman insulted and make no defence or outcry？ He could not have looked his father in the face again； nor Sue； nor anyone else in Kennedy Square； if he had failed to protect her。
For a moment he hesitated； his eyes searching each face。 He had hoped that someone who had witnessed the outrage would come forward and uphold his act。 When no voice broke the stillness he crossed the room and taking the lithographer's hand； extended rather sullenly； answered； quietly： 〃If Miss Grant is satisfied； I am；〃 and peace was once more restored。
Margaret sharpened her charcoals and bent over her drawing。 She was so agitated she could not trust herself to touch its surface。 〃If I am SATISFIED；〃 she kept repeating to herself。 The words； somehow； seemed to carry a reproach with them。 〃Why shouldn't I be satisfied。？ I have no more rights in the room than the other students about me； that is； I thought I hadn't until I heard what he said。 How foolish for him to cause all this fuss about nothing； and make me so conspicuous。〃
But even as she said the words to herself she remembered Oliver's tense figure and the look of indignation on his face。 She had never been accustomed to seeing men take up the cudgels for women。 There had been no opportunity； perhaps； nor cause； but even if there had been； she could think of no one whom she had ever met who would have done as much for her just because she was a woman。
A little sob； which she could not have explained to herself； welled up to her throat。 Much as she gloried in her own self…reliance； she suddenly and unexpectedly found herself exulting in a quality heretofore unknown to herthat quality which had compelled an almost total stranger to take her part。 Then the man himself！ How straight and strong and handsome he was as he stood looking at Judson； and then the uplifted arm； the quick spring； and； best of all； the calm； graceful way in which he had handed her the chair！ She could not get the picture out of her mind。 Last； she remembered with a keen sense of pleasure the chivalrous look in his face when he held out his hand to the man who a moment before had received its full weight about his throat。
She had not regained mastery of herself even when she leaned across her drawing…board； pretending to be absorbed in her work。 The curves of the Milo seemed in some strange way to have melted into the semblance of the outlines of other visions sunk deep in her soul since the days of her childhoodvisions which for years past had been covered over by the ice of a cold； hard puritanical training； that had prevented any bubbles of sentiment from ever rising to the surface of her heart。 As remembrances of these visions rushed through her mind the half…draped woman； with the face of the Madonna and the soul of the Universal Mother shining through every line of her beautiful body； no longer stood before her。 It was a knight in glittering armor now； with drawn sword and visor up； beneath which looked out the face of a beautiful youth aflame with the fire of a holy zeal。 She caught the flash of the sun on his breastplate of silver； and the sweep of his blade； and heard his clarion voice sing out。 And then again； as she closed her eyes； this calm； lifeless cast became a gallant； blue…eyed prince； who knelt beside her and kissed her finger…tips； his doffed plumes trailing at her feet。
When the band of students were leaving the rooms that night； Margaret called Oliver to her side； and extending her hand； said； with a direct simplicity that carried conviction in every tone of her voice and in which no trace of her former emotions were visible：
〃I hope you'll forgive me； Mr。 Horn。 I'm all alone here in this city and I have grown so accustomed to depending on myself that； perhaps； I failed to understand how you felt about it。 I am very grateful to you。 Good…night。〃
She had turned away before he could do more than express his regret over the occurrence。 He wanted to follow her； to render h
