"Yes, we must. Let us go away and lead our own life somewhere."

"How can we? We've no money."

"We can earn money."

"How could we? What could we do? I'm untrained. Thousands of men-qualified men-trained men-are out of jobs as it is. We couldn't manage it."

"I would earn money for both of us."

"My dear child, you've never even completed your training. It's hopeless-impossible."

"No; what is hopeless and impossible is our present life."

"You don't know what you are talking about. Mother is very good to us. She gives us every luxury."

"Except freedom. Lennox, make an effort. Come with me now, today-"

"Nadine, I think you're quite mad."

"No, I'm sane. Absolutely and completely sane. I want a life of my own, with you, in the sunshine, not stifled in the shadow of an old woman who is a tyrant and who delights in making you unhappy."

"Mother may be rather an autocrat-"

"Your mother is mad! She's insane!"

He answered mildly: "That's not true. She's got a remarkably good head for business."

"Perhaps-yes."

"And you must realize, Nadine, she can't live forever. She's sixty-odd and she's in very bad health. At her death my father's money is to be divided equally among us, share and share alike. You remember, she read us the will?"

"When she dies," said Nadine. "It may be too late."

"Too late?"

"Too late for happiness."

Lennox murmured: "Too late for happiness." He shivered suddenly. Nadine went closer to him. She put her hand on his shoulder.

"Lennox, I love you. It's a battle between me and your mother. Are you going to be on her side or mine?"

"On yours, on yours!"

"Then do what I ask."

"It's impossible!"

"No, it's not impossible. Think, Lennox, we could have children…"

"Mother wants us to have children, anyway. She has said so."

"I know, but I won't bring children into the world to live in the shadow you have all been brought up in. Your mother can influence you, but she's no power over me."

Lennox murmured: "You make her angry sometimes, Nadine; it isn't wise."

"She is only angry because she knows that she can't influence my mind or dictate my thoughts!"

"I know you are always polite and gentle with her. You're wonderful. You're too good for me. You always have been. When you said you would marry me it was like an unbelievable dream."

Nadine said quietly: "I was wrong to marry you."

Lennox said hopelessly: "Yes, you were wrong."

"You don't understand. What I mean is that if I had gone away then and asked you to follow me you would have done so. Yes, I really believe you would… I was not clever enough then to understand your mother and what she wanted."

She paused, then she said: "You refuse to come away? Well, I can't make you. But I am free to go! I think-I think I shall go…"

He stared up at her incredulously. For the first time his reply came quickly, as though at last the sluggish current of his thoughts was accelerated. He stammered: "But-but-you can't do that. Mother-Mother would never hear of it."

"She couldn't stop me."

"You've no money."

"I could make, borrow, beg or steal it. Understand Lennox, your mother has no power over me! I can go or stay at my will. I am beginning to feel that I have borne this life long enough."

"Nadine-don't leave me-don't leave me…"

She looked at him thoughtfully-quietly-with an inscrutable expression.

"Don't leave me, Nadine." He spoke like a child. She turned her head away, so he should not see the sudden pain in her eyes.

She knelt down beside him. "Then come with me. Come with me! You can. Indeed you can if you only will!"

He shrank back from her. "I can't! I can't! I tell you. I haven't-God help me-I haven't the courage…"

Dr. Gerard walked into the office of Messrs. Castle the tourist agents, and found Sarah King at the counter.

She looked up.

"Oh, good morning. I'm fixing up my tour to Petra. I've just heard you are going after all."

"Yes, I find I can just manage it."

"How nice."

"Shall we be a large party, I wonder?"

"They say just two other women-and you and me. One car load."

"That will be delightful," said Gerard with a little bow. Then he, in turn, attended to his business. Presently, holding his mail in his hands, he joined Sarah as she stepped out of the office. It was a crisp sunny day, with a slight cold tang in the air.

"What news of our friends, the Boyntons?" asked Dr. Gerard. "I have been to Bethlehem and Nazareth and other places-a tour of three days."

Slowly and rather unwillingly, Sarah narrated her abortive efforts to establish contact. "Anyhow I failed," she finished. "And they're leaving today."

"Where are they going?"

"I've no idea."

She went on vexedly: "I feel, you know, that I've made rather a fool of myself."

"In what way?"

"Interfering in other people's business."

Gerard shrugged his shoulders. "That is a matter of opinion."

"You mean whether one should interfere or not?"

"Yes."

"Do you?"

The Frenchman looked amused. "You mean, is it my habit to concern myself with other people's affairs? I will say to you frankly-no."

"Then you think I'm wrong to have tried butting in?"

"No, no, you misunderstand me." Gerard spoke quickly and energetically. "It is, I think, a moot question. Should one, if one sees a wrong being done, attempt to put it right? One's interference may do good-but it may also do incalculable harm! It is impossible to lay down any ruling on the subject. Some people have a genius for interference-they do it well! Some people do it clumsily and had therefore better leave it alone! Then there is, too, the question of age. Young people have the courage of their ideals and convictions, their values are more theoretical than practical. They have not experienced, as yet, that fact contradicts theory! If you have a belief in yourself and in the rightness of what you are doing, you can often accomplish things that are well worthwhile! (Incidentally you often do a good deal of harm!) On the other hand, the middle-aged person has experience, he has found that harm as well as, and perhaps more often than, good comes of trying to interfere and so, very wisely, he refrains! So the result is even-the earnest young do both harm and good-the prudent middle-aged do neither!"

"All that isn't very helpful," objected Sarah.

"Can one person ever be helpful to another? It is your problem not mine."

"You mean you are not going to do anything about the Boyntons?"

"No. For me, there would be no chance of success."

"Then there isn't for me either?"

"For you, there might be."

"Why?"

"Because you have special qualifications. The appeal of your youth and sex."

"Sex? Oh, I see."

"One comes always back to sex, does one not? You have failed with the girl. It does not follow that you would fail with her brother. What you have just told me, (what the girl Carol told you), shows very clearly the one menace to Mrs. Boynton's autocracy. The eldest son, Lennox, defied her in the force of his young manhood. He played truant from home, went to local dances. The desire of a man for a mate was stronger than the hypnotic spell. But the old woman was quite aware of the power of sex. (She will have seen something of it in her career.) She dealt with it very cleverly, brought a pretty but penniless girl into the house, encouraged a marriage. And so acquired yet another slave."

Sarah shook her head. "I don't think young Mrs. Boynton is a slave."

Gerard agreed. "No, perhaps not. I think that because she was a quiet docile young girl, old Mrs. Boynton underestimated her force of will and character. Nadine Boynton was too young and inexperienced at the time to appreciate the true position. She appreciates it now, but it is too late."

"Do you think she has given up hope?"

Dr. Gerard shook his head doubtfully. "If she has plans no one would know about them. There are, you know, certain possibilities where Cope is concerned. Man is a naturally jealous animal-and jealousy is a strong force. Lennox Boynton might still be roused from the inertia in which he is sinking."

"And you think"-Sarah purposely made her tone very businesslike and professional-"that there's a chance I might be able to do something about Raymond?"

"I do."

Sarah sighed. "I suppose I might have tried- Oh, well, it's too late now, anyway. And-and I don't like the idea."

Gerard looked amused. "That is because you are English! The English have a complex about sex. They think it is 'not quite nice.'"

Sarah's indignant response failed to move him. "Yes, yes, I know you are very modern, that you use freely in public the most unpleasant words you can find in the dictionary, that you are professional and entirely uninhibited! Tout de merne, I repeat, you have the same racial characteristics as your mother and your grandmother. You are still the blushing English Miss although you do not blush!"

"I never heard such rubbish!"

Dr. Gerard, a twinkle in his eyes, and quite unperturbed, added: "And it makes you very charming."

This time Sarah was speechless.

Dr. Gerard hastily raised his hat. "I take my leave," he said, "before you have time to begin to say all that you think."

He escaped into the hotel.

Sarah followed him more slowly. There was a good deal of activity going on. Several cars loaded with luggage were in process of departing. Lennox and Nadine Boynton and Mr. Cope were standing by a big saloon car superintending arrangements. A fat dragoman was standing talking to Carol with quite unintelligible fluency.

Sarah passed them and went into the hotel. Mrs. Boynton, wrapped in a thick coat, was sitting in a chair, waiting to depart. Looking at her, a queer revulsion of feeling swept over Sarah.