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He waved his diamond at the Blue Castle.

“Of course,” said Valancy stupidly. “I’m his wife.”

Dr. Redfern took out a yellow silk handkerchief, removed his hat and
mopped his brow. He was very bald, and Valancy’s imp whispered, “Why be
bald? Why lose your manly beauty? Try Redfern’s Hair Vigor. It keeps
you young.”

“Excuse me,” said Dr. Redfern. “This is a bit of a shock.”

“Shocks seem to be in the air this morning.” The imp said this out loud
before Valancy could prevent it.

“I didn’t know Bernie was—married. I didn’t think he _would_ have got
married without telling his old dad.”

Were Dr. Redfern’s eyes misty? Amid her own dull ache of misery and
fear and dread, Valancy felt a pang of pity for him.

“Don’t blame him,” she said hurriedly. “It—it wasn’t his fault. It—was
all my doing.”

“You didn’t ask him to marry you, I suppose,” twinkled Dr. Redfern. “He
might have let me know. I’d have got acquainted with my daughter-in-law
before this if he had. But I’m glad to meet you now, my dear—very glad.
You look like a sensible young woman. I used to sorter fear Barney’d
pick out some pretty bit of fluff just because she was good-looking.
They were all after him, of course. Wanted his money? Eh? Didn’t like
the pills and the bitters but liked the dollars. Eh? Wanted to dip
their pretty little fingers in old Doc’s millions. Eh?”

“Millions!” said Valancy faintly. She wished she could sit down
somewhere—she wished she could have a chance to think—she wished she
and the Blue Castle could sink to the bottom of Mistawis and vanish
from human sight forevermore.

“Millions,” said Dr. Redfern complacently. “And Bernie chucks them
for—that.” Again he shook the diamond contemptuously at the Blue
Castle. “Wouldn’t you think he’d have more sense? And all on account of
a white bit of a girl. He must have got over _that_ feeling, anyhow,
since he’s married. You must persuade him to come back to civilisation.
All nonsense wasting his life like this. Ain’t you going to take me
over to your house, my dear? I suppose you’ve some way of getting
there.”

“Of course,” said Valancy stupidly. She led the way down to the little
cove where the disappearing propeller boat was snuggled.

“Does your—your man want to come, too?”

“Who? Henry. Not he. Look at him sitting there disapproving.
Disapproves of the whole expedition. The trail up from the road nearly
gave him a conniption. Well, it _was_ a devilish road to put a car on.
Whose old bus is that up there?”

“Barney’s.”

“Good Lord! Does Bernie Redfern ride in a thing like that? It looks
like the great-great-grand-mother of all the Fords.”

“It isn’t a Ford. It’s a Grey Slosson,” said Valancy spiritedly. For
some occult reason, Dr. Redfern’s good-humoured ridicule of dear old
Lady Jane stung her to life. A life that was all pain but still _life_.
Better than the horrible half-dead-and-half-aliveness of the past few
minutes—or years. She waved Dr. Redfern curtly into the boat and took
him over to the Blue Castle. The key was still in the old pine—the
house still silent and deserted. Valancy took the doctor through the
living-room to the western verandah. She must at least be out where
there was air. It was still sunny, but in the southwest a great
thundercloud, with white crests and gorges of purple shadow, was slowly
rising over Mistawis. The doctor dropped with a gasp on a rustic chair
and mopped his brow again.

“Warm, eh? Lord, what a view! Wonder if it would soften Henry if he
could see it.”

“Have you had dinner?” asked Valancy.

“Yes, my dear—had it before we left Port Lawrence. Didn’t know what
sort of wild hermit’s hollow we were coming to, you see. Hadn’t any
idea I was going to find a nice little daughter-in-law here all ready
to toss me up a meal. Cats, eh? Puss, puss! See that. Cats love me.
Bernie was always fond of cats! It’s about the only thing he took from
me. He’s his poor mother’s boy.”

Valancy had been thinking idly that Barney must resemble his mother.
She had remained standing by the steps, but Dr. Redfern waved her to
the swing seat.

“Sit down, dear. Never stand when you can sit. I want to get a good
look at Barney’s wife. Well, well, I like your face. No beauty—you
don’t mind my saying that—you’ve sense enough to know it, I reckon. Sit
down.”

Valancy sat down. To be obliged to sit still when mental agony urges us
to stride up and down is the refinement of torture. Every nerve in her
being was crying out to be alone—to be hidden. But she had to sit and
listen to Dr. Redfern, who didn’t mind talking at all.

He waved his diamond at the Blue Castle.

“Of course,” said Valancy stupidly. “I’m his wife.”

Dr. Redfern took out a yellow silk handkerchief, removed his hat and

mopped his brow. He was very bald, and Valancy’s imp whispered, “Why be

bald? Why lose your manly beauty? Try Redfern’s Hair Vigor. It keeps

you young.”

“Excuse me,” said Dr. Redfern. “This is a bit of a shock.”

“Shocks seem to be in the air this morning.” The imp said this out loud

before Valancy could prevent it.

“I didn’t know Bernie was—married. I didn’t think he _would_ have got

married without telling his old dad.”

Were Dr. Redfern’s eyes misty? Amid her own dull ache of misery and

fear and dread, Valancy felt a pang of pity for him.

“Don’t blame him,” she said hurriedly. “It—it wasn’t his fault. It—was

all my doing.”

“You didn’t ask him to marry you, I suppose,” twinkled Dr. Redfern. “He

might have let me know. I’d have got acquainted with my daughter-in-law

before this if he had. But I’m glad to meet you now, my dear—very glad.

You look like a sensible young woman. I used to sorter fear Barney’d

pick out some pretty bit of fluff just because she was good-looking.

They were all after him, of course. Wanted his money? Eh? Didn’t like

the pills and the bitters but liked the dollars. Eh? Wanted to dip

their pretty little fingers in old Doc’s millions. Eh?”

“Millions!” said Valancy faintly. She wished she could sit down

somewhere—she wished she could have a chance to think—she wished she

and the Blue Castle could sink to the bottom of Mistawis and vanish

from human sight forevermore.

“Millions,” said Dr. Redfern complacently. “And Bernie chucks them

for—that.” Again he shook the diamond contemptuously at the Blue

Castle. “Wouldn’t you think he’d have more sense? And all on account of

a white bit of a girl. He must have got over _that_ feeling, anyhow,

since he’s married. You must persuade him to come back to civilisation.

All nonsense wasting his life like this. Ain’t you going to take me

over to your house, my dear? I suppose you’ve some way of getting

there.”

“Of course,” said Valancy stupidly. She led the way down to the little

cove where the disappearing propeller boat was snuggled.

“Does your—your man want to come, too?”

“Who? Henry. Not he. Look at him sitting there disapproving.

Disapproves of the whole expedition. The trail up from the road nearly

gave him a conniption. Well, it _was_ a devilish road to put a car on.

Whose old bus is that up there?”

“Barney’s.”

“Good Lord! Does Bernie Redfern ride in a thing like that? It looks

like the great-great-grand-mother of all the Fords.”

“It isn’t a Ford. It’s a Grey Slosson,” said Valancy spiritedly. For

some occult reason, Dr. Redfern’s good-humoured ridicule of dear old

Lady Jane stung her to life. A life that was all pain but still _life_.

Better than the horrible half-dead-and-half-aliveness of the past few

minutes—or years. She waved Dr. Redfern curtly into the boat and took

him over to the Blue Castle. The key was still in the old pine—the

house still silent and deserted. Valancy took the doctor through the

living-room to the western verandah. She must at least be out where

there was air. It was still sunny, but in the southwest a great

thundercloud, with white crests and gorges of purple shadow, was slowly

rising over Mistawis. The doctor dropped with a gasp on a rustic chair

and mopped his brow again.

“Warm, eh? Lord, what a view! Wonder if it would soften Henry if he

could see it.”

“Have you had dinner?” asked Valancy.

“Yes, my dear—had it before we left Port Lawrence. Didn’t know what

sort of wild hermit’s hollow we were coming to, you see. Hadn’t any

idea I was going to find a nice little daughter-in-law here all ready

to toss me up a meal. Cats, eh? Puss, puss! See that. Cats love me.

Bernie was always fond of cats! It’s about the only thing he took from

me. He’s his poor mother’s boy.”

Valancy had been thinking idly that Barney must resemble his mother.

She had remained standing by the steps, but Dr. Redfern waved her to

the swing seat.

“Sit down, dear. Never stand when you can sit. I want to get a good

look at Barney’s wife. Well, well, I like your face. No beauty—you

don’t mind my saying that—you’ve sense enough to know it, I reckon. Sit

down.”

Valancy sat down. To be obliged to sit still when mental agony urges us

to stride up and down is the refinement of torture. Every nerve in her

being was crying out to be alone—to be hidden. But she had to sit and

listen to Dr. Redfern, who didn’t mind talking at all.