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Updated: June 22, 2025
The germs of mental cheapness were in Kathryn's nature, as were the germs of more or less illogical doubtings just as surely inherent in Scott Brenton's brain. He had increased the tendency, not created it. Neither could the doctor quite make up his mind whether the two of them were conscious of the growing gulf between them.
Angry as I still was with Prince Dalmar-Kalm for the trick he had so impudently played upon us, and the part forced upon me for Aunt Kathryn's sake, I could not be blind to the beauty of this strange world, or suppress all joy in it.
In my interest and wonder as to whether we had arrived at Cattaro already I had forgotten my injuries for the moment, until I was reminded of them by Aunt Kathryn's voice. "It's Cattaro," she called through the door. "Let me in, please. I've something to say." I slipped back the bolt and she came in hurriedly, as if she were afraid of being kept out after all.
Imperious in spite of her weakness, Kathryn ignored the attempted interruption. " Katharine, for me and for my grandmother." "But, Mrs. Brenton, it's a boy." Kathryn gave a start of indignation. "Nurse, how stupid! Of course, it is a little girl." But the nurse responded stolidly, "It aint, though; it's a boy." Kathryn's eyes drooped wearily. "Well, never mind about that now.
I felt suddenly as if Terry and I were little snub-nosed boys, trafficking with a go-cart. "They won't need their maid, Prince," said Miss Destrey. "I know how to do Aunt Kathryn's hair; and the dear Sisters have taught me how to mend beautifully."
This excited Aunt Kathryn's curiosity, but when she heard that "it" was only a wonderful model of the cathedral at Milan, exact in every smallest detail and made by one man, she thought that she would seize the opportunity of lying down while the others went, and be fresh for our start, in an hour's time.
How far this lack of reverence resulted from her husband's vacillating viewpoint, the doctor could not fathom. More than a little, he surmised. Had Brenton never wavered in his theology, Kathryn would have clung like a limpet to the bed-rock of her congenital Baptist faith. And yet, the doctor could not hold Brenton altogether responsible for Kathryn's development.
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