"
She saw him glance doubtfully at her mother, and she bent down to the
frozen face, speaking now gently but distinctly, as though to a
suffering invalid whose ears had been dulled with pain.
"Mother, what do you want to do? There is still time--and Captain
Nicholson says there is no hope for those who remain. You must not be
influenced by my choice."
Mrs. Cary looked up into her daughter's face with a perplexed frown.
She seemed scarcely to have heard what had been said to her, not even
to have been aware that any escape was possible. She felt for
Beatrice's hand, and taking it in her own, stroked it with pathetic
helplessness.
"A bad mother!" she said absently. "Well, perhaps I was. Yes, no
doubt--and you think so, too, though you never said anything. It was
always position I wanted. Now it's all gone. What is it, dear? Why do
you look at me like that? I haven't said what I oughtn't, have I?"
"No, no. Only Captain Nicholson wants to know--will you stay or go? We
could get some of the servants to go with you. You will be safe then."
Mrs. Cary shook her head.
"Are you--what are you going to do?"
A childish smile twisted the heavy face.
"I'd like to stay with you, Beaty. We have always stuck together,
haven't we?" She lay back with her head against Beatrice's shoulder.
"You always were so clever, Beaty. I'm sure it will be all right.
You'll see your poor mother through." The eyelids sank; she dropped
into a drowse of complete mental and physical breakdown, and for a
moment no one spoke.
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