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Slowly and carefully Aintree snapped his fingers.

“And you can tell everybody, from me,” he cried, “that’s all I care what they think! And now,” he continued, smiling hospitably, “let me congratulate you on your success as a missionary, and, to show you there’s not a trace of hard feeling, we will have a drink.”

Informally Haldane reported back to the commission, and the wife of one of them must have talked, for it was soon known that a brother officer had appealed to Aintree to reform, and Aintree had refused to listen.

When she heard this, Grace Carter, the wife of Major Carter, one of the surgeons at the Ancon Hospital, was greatly perturbed. Aintree was engaged to be married to Helen Scott, who was her best friend and who was arriving by the next steamer to spend the winter. When she had Helen safely under her roof, Mrs. Carter had planned to marry off the young couple out of hand on the isthmus. But she had begun to wonder if it would not be better they should delay, or best that they should never marry.

“The awakening is going to be a terrible blow to Helen,” she said to her husband. “She is so proud of him.”

“On the contrary,” he protested, “it will be the awakening of Aintree–if Helen will stand for the way he’s acting, she is not the girl I know. And when he finds she won’t, and that he may lose her, he’ll pull up short. He’s talked Helen to me night after night until he’s bored me so I could strangle him. He cares more for her than he does for anything, for the army, or for himself, and that’s saying a great deal. One word from her will be enough.”

Helen spoke the word three weeks after she arrived. It had not been necessary to tell her of the manner in which her lover was misconducting himself. At various dinners given in their honor he had made a nuisance of himself; on another occasion, while in uniform, he had created a scene in the dining-room of the Tivoli under the prying eyes of three hundred seeing-the-Canal tourists; and one night he had so badly beaten up a cabman who had laughed at his condition that the man went to the hospital. Major Carter, largely with money, had healed the injuries of the cabman, but Helen, who had witnessed the assault, had suffered an injury that money could not heal.

She sent for Aintree, and at the home of her friend delivered her ultimatum.

“I hit him because he was offensive to you,” said Aintree. “That’s why I hit him. If I’d not had a drink in a year, I’d have hit him just as quick and just as hard.”

“Can’t you see,” said the girl, “that in being not yourself when I was in your care you were much more insulting to me than any cabman could possibly be? When you are like that you have no respect for me, or for yourself. Part of my pride in you is that you are so strong, that you control yourself, that common pleasures never get a hold on you. If you couldn’t control your temper I wouldn’t blame you, because you’ve a villainous temper and you were born with it. But you weren’t born with a taste for liquor. None of your people drank. You never drank until you went into the army. If I were a man,” declared the girl, “I’d be ashamed to admit anything was stronger than I was. You never let pain beat you. I’ve seen you play polo with a broken arm, but in this you give pain to others, you shame and humiliate the one you pretend to love, just because you are weak, just because you can’t say ‘no.'”