Captivity eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 551 pages of information about Captivity.

Captivity eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 551 pages of information about Captivity.

She drew a deep breath.

“Oh, don’t worry!  It made me damned sick!  Lord, wasn’t I bad!  There’s something in my brain so fed up with the stuff that my body won’t give it house-room.”

“Good thing too,” said Marcella.

“I’m not so sure,” he said reflectively.  “In a way, it’s weak.  Whisky still beats me, you see.  There ought not to be anything on earth one’s afraid of.”

“I think that’s a bit morbid.  I’m very much afraid of snails, and I certainly don’t think I’m called upon to go and caress snails.”

“Ah, this is different.  This isn’t physical.  It’s psychological.  Just as, once, I hungered for whisky, now I loathe and dread it.  The ideal thing would be to be indifferent to it.  That may come in time.”

Marcella asked him nothing about herself.  What the doctors had told him she did not know:  she was content to wait.  All she wanted, now, was to get home.

They stayed a week in London with Louis’s people.  It was pathetic to see the mother’s wistful anxiety and the father’s open scepticism change to confidence as the week went by.

“He’s a changeling, my dear,” said Mrs. Fame to Marcella when, in spite of the old lady’s wish to keep them in London, they told her they must go North.

“Louis has always been a puzzle to me,” said his father.  “Even as a little chap he did things I couldn’t understand—­selfish things, crooked things—­I don’t understand what has happened to him.”

“If I told you you would think General Booth had been getting at me,” said Marcella.  “But Louis will explain it all to you, some day.”

From the slowly dawning pride on the father’s face and the pathetic hope of the mother Marcella guessed that Louis would not have to raise his fees on the music-halls.

The winds were black and wintry already round the station at Carlossie as the train drew in.  Marcella had wired that she was coming, giving no explanations.  Andrew had been very fidgety.  He was wearing his first small suit and what he gained in dignity from knickers and three pockets he lost in comfort.  At last he fell asleep.  Marcella looked from him to Louis and felt that it was very childish of her, but she was really anxious to get them both home, put them on exhibition, as it were.  She had never got over the feeling that Andrew had not merely happened, but was a voluntary achievement.  Lately she had had the same idea about Louis.  She wanted to see the effect of them both upon the people at home.

The station at Carlossie was just the same:  it looked much smaller, and the people, too, seemed smaller.  Dr. Angus was there in his Inverness cape, smiling with the same air of conscious achievement as Marcella felt.

“So ye’re back again, Mrs. Marcella?  I knew we’d be getting ye back soon.  And bringing two men with ye!”

He shook hands gravely with Andrew and gave Louis a swift, appraising look that seemed to satisfy him.

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