“You look quite settled and at home,” the Young Doctor remarked, as he offered Mrs. Crozier a chair. She took it, for never in her life had she felt so small physically since coming to the great, new land. The islands where she was born were in themselves so miniature that the minds of their people, however small, were not made to feel insignificant. But her mind, which was, after all, vastly larger in proportion than the body enshrining it, felt suddenly that both were lost in a universe. Her impulse was to let go and sink into the helplessness of tears, to be overwhelmed by an unconquerable loneliness; but the Celtic courage in her, added to that ancient native pride which prevents one woman from giving way before another woman towards whom she bears jealousy, prevented her from showing the weakness she felt. Instead, it roused her vanity and made her choose to sit down, so disguising perceptibly the disparity of height which gave Kitty an advantage over her and made the Young Doctor like some menacing Polynesian god.
Both these people had an influence and authority in Mona Crozier’s life which now outweighed the advantage wealth gave her. Her wealth had not kept her husband beside her when delicate and perfumed tyranny began to flutter its banners of control over him. Her fortune had driven him forth when her beauty and her love ought to have kept him close to her, whatever fate might bring to their door, or whatever his misfortune or the catastrophe falling on him. It was all deeply humiliating, and the inward dejection made her now feel that her body was the last effort of a failing creative power. So she sat down instead of standing up in a vain effort at retrieval.
The Young Doctor sat down also, but Kitty did not, and in her buoyant youth and command of the situation she seemed Amazonian to Mona’s eyes. It must be said for Kitty that she remained standing only because a restlessness had seized her which was not present when she was with Mona in Crozier’s room. It was now as though something was going to happen which she must face standing; as though something was coming out of the unknown and forbidding future and was making itself felt before its time. Her eyes were almost painfully bright as she moved about the room doing little things. Presently she began to lay a cloth and place dishes silently on the table—long before the proper time, as her mother reminded her when she entered for a moment and then quickly passed on into the kitchen, at a warning glance from Kitty, which said that the Young Doctor and Mona were not to be disturbed.
“Well, Askatoon is a place where one feels at home quickly,” added the Young Doctor, as Mona did not at once respond to his first remark. “Every one who comes here always feels as though he—or she—owns the place. It’s the way the place is made. The trouble with most of us is that we want to put the feeling into practice and take possession of ‘all and sundry.’ Isn’t that true, Miss Tynan?”
“As true as most things you say,” retorted Kitty, as she flicked the white tablecloth. “If mother and I hadn’t such wonderful good health I suppose you’d come often enough here to give you real possession. Do you know, Mrs. Crozier,” she added, with her wistful eyes vainly trying to be merely mischievous, “he once charged me five dollars for torturing me like a Red Indian. I had put my elbow out of joint, and he put it in again with his knee and both hands, as though it was the wheel of a wagon and he was trying to put on the tire.”
“Well, you were running round soon after,” answered the Young Doctor. “But as for the five dollars, I only took it to keep you quiet. So long as you had a grievance you would talk and talk and talk, and you never were so astonished in your life as when I took that five dollars.”
“I’ve taken care never to dislocate my elbow since.”
“No, not your elbow,” remarked the Young Doctor meaningly, and turned to Mona, who had now regained her composure.
“Well, I shan’t call you in to reduce the dislocation—that’s the medical term, isn’t it?” persisted Kitty, with fire in her eyes.
“What is the dislocation?” asked Mona, with a subtle, inquiring look but a manner which conveyed interest.