"You can see for
yourself
she cares for him.
Kipling - Poems
Boulte, isn't it rather a strange
question? "
"Will you tell me what he said? " repeated Mrs. Boulte.
Even a tiger will fly before a bear robbed of her whelps, and Mrs.
Vansuythen was only an ordinarily good woman. She began in a sort of
desperation: "Well, he said that he never cared for you at all, and,
of course, there was not the least reason why he should have,
and--and--that was all. "
"You said he swore he had not cared for me. Was that true? "
"Yes," said Mrs. Vansuythen, very softly.
Mrs. Boulte wavered for an instant where she stood, and then fell
forward fainting.
"What did I tell you? " said Boulte, as though the conversation had been
unbroken.
"You can see for yourself she cares for him. " The light began
to break into his dull mind, and he went on--"And he--what was he saying
to you? "
But Mrs. Vansuythen, with no heart for explanations or impassioned
protestations, was kneeling over Mrs. Boulte.
"Oh, you brute! " she cried. "Are all men like this? Help me to get her
into my room--and her face is cut against the table. Oh, will you be
quiet, and help me to carry her? I hate you, and I hate Captain Kurrell.
Lift her up carefully and now--go! Go away! "
Boulte carried his wife into Mrs. Vansuythen's bedroom and departed
before the storm of that lady's wrath and disgust, impenitent
and burning with jealousy. Kurrell had been making love to Mrs.
question? "
"Will you tell me what he said? " repeated Mrs. Boulte.
Even a tiger will fly before a bear robbed of her whelps, and Mrs.
Vansuythen was only an ordinarily good woman. She began in a sort of
desperation: "Well, he said that he never cared for you at all, and,
of course, there was not the least reason why he should have,
and--and--that was all. "
"You said he swore he had not cared for me. Was that true? "
"Yes," said Mrs. Vansuythen, very softly.
Mrs. Boulte wavered for an instant where she stood, and then fell
forward fainting.
"What did I tell you? " said Boulte, as though the conversation had been
unbroken.
"You can see for yourself she cares for him. " The light began
to break into his dull mind, and he went on--"And he--what was he saying
to you? "
But Mrs. Vansuythen, with no heart for explanations or impassioned
protestations, was kneeling over Mrs. Boulte.
"Oh, you brute! " she cried. "Are all men like this? Help me to get her
into my room--and her face is cut against the table. Oh, will you be
quiet, and help me to carry her? I hate you, and I hate Captain Kurrell.
Lift her up carefully and now--go! Go away! "
Boulte carried his wife into Mrs. Vansuythen's bedroom and departed
before the storm of that lady's wrath and disgust, impenitent
and burning with jealousy. Kurrell had been making love to Mrs.
