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All Kashima acquits Mrs. Vansuythen of any intention to do harm; but all Kashima knows that she, and she alone, brought about their pain. Boulte, the Engineer, Mrs. Boulte, and Captain Kurrell know this. They are the English population of Kashima, if we except Major Vansuythen, who is of no importance whatever, and Mrs. Vansuythen, who is the most important of all.
Boulte began to breathe through her nose before breaking out into tears, he laughed and stared straight in front of him at the Dosehri hills. 'Is that all? he said. 'Thanks, I only wanted to know, you know. 'What are you going to do? said the woman, between her sobs. 'Do! Nothing. What should I do? Kill Kurrell, or send you Home, or apply for leave to get a divorce?
It's two days' treck into Narkarra. He laughed again and went on: 'I'll tell you what you can do. You can ask Kurrell to dinner tomorrow no, on Thursday, that will allow you time to pack and you can bolt with him. I give you my word I won't follow. He took up his helmet and went out of the room, and Mrs. Boulte sat till the moonlight streaked the floor, thinking and thinking and thinking.
She struck at Boulte's heart, because her own was sick with suspicion of Kurrell, and worn out with the long strain of watching alone through the Rains. There was no plan or purpose in her speaking. The sentences made themselves; and Boulte listened, leaning against the door-post with his hands in his pockets. When all was over, and Mrs.
'I want to speak to Ted, moaned Mrs. Boulte, but the dog-cart rattled on, and Kurrell was left on the road, shamed, and boiling with wrath against Mrs. Boulte. He waited till Mrs. Vansuythen was driving back to her own house, and, she being freed from the embarrassment of Mrs. Boulte's presence, learned for the second time her opinion of himself and his actions.
Boulte said to herself; and when Boulte was away, wept over her belief, in the face of the over-vehement blandishments of Ted. Sorrow in Kashima is as fortunate as Love because there is nothing to weaken it save the flight of Time. Mrs. Boulte had never breathed her suspicion to Kurrell because she was not certain; and her nature led her to be very certain before she took steps in any direction.
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 what was he saying to you? But Mrs.
Kurrell felt almost virtuous as he put the question. 'I don't think that matters, Boulte replied; 'and it doesn't concern you. 'But it does! I tell you it does' began Kurrell shamelessly. The sentence was cut by a roar of laughter from Boulte's lips. Kurrell was silent for an instant, and then he, too, laughed laughed long and loudly, rocking in his saddle.
'Well! said Kurrell brutally. 'It seems to me that Mrs. Boulte had better be fond of her own husband first. 'Stop! said Mrs. Vansuythen. 'Hear me first. I don't care I don't want to know anything about you and Mrs. Boulte; but I want you to know that I hate you, that I think you are a cur, and that I'll never, never speak to you again. Oh, I don't dare to say what I think of you, you man!
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.
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