Sarah.
âI should imagine it does!â
Sarah said impatiently:
âBut why donât they break away? They could.â
Gerard shook his head.
âNo, there you are wrong. They cannot . Have you ever seen the old experiment with a cock? You chalk a line on the floor and put the cockâs beak on it. The cock believes he is tied there. He cannot raise his head. So with these unfortunates. She has worked on them, remember, since they were children. And her dominance has been mental. She has hypnotized them to believe that they cannot disobey her . Oh, I know most people would say that was nonsenseâbut you and I know better. She has made them believe that utter dependence on her is inevitable. They have been in prison so long that if the prison door stands open they would no longer notice! One of them, at least, no longereven wants to be free! And they would all be afraid of freedom.â
Sarah asked practically: âWhat will happen when she dies?â
Gerard shrugged his shoulders.
âIt depends. On how soon that happens. If it happened now âwell, I think it might not be too late. The boy and girlâthey are still youngâimpressionable. They would become, I believe, normal human beings. With Lennox, possibly, it has gone too far. He looks to me like a man who has parted company with hopeâhe lives and endures like a brute beast.â
Sarah said impatiently: âHis wife ought to have done something! She ought to have yanked him out of it.â
âI wonder. She may have triedâand failed.â
âDo you think sheâs under the spell, too?â
Gerard shook his head.
âNo. I donât think the old lady has any power over her, and for that reason she hates her with a bitter hatred. Watch her eyes.â
Sarah frowned. âI canât make her outâthe young one, I mean. Does she know what is going on?â
âI think she must have a pretty shrewd idea.â
âHâm,â said Sarah. âThat old woman ought to be murdered! Arsenic in her early morning tea would be my prescription.â
Then she said abruptly:
âWhat about the youngest girlâthe red-haired one with the rather fascinating vacant smile?â
Gerard frowned. âI donât know. There is something queer there. Ginevra Boynton is the old womanâs own daughter, of course.â
âYes. I suppose that would be differentâor wouldnât it?â
Gerard said slowly: âI do not believe that when once the mania for power (and the lust for cruelty) has taken possession of a human being it can spare anybody ânot even its nearest and dearest.â
He was silent for a moment, then he said: âAre you a Christian, mademoiselle?â
Sarah said slowly: âI donât know. I used to think that I wasnât anything. But nowâIâm not sure. I feelâoh, I feel that if I could sweep all this awayââshe made a violent gestureââall the buildings and the sects and the fierce squabbling churchesâthatâthat I might see Christâs quiet figure riding into Jerusalem on a donkeyâand believe in Him.â
Dr Gerard said gravely: âI believe at least in one of the chief tenets of the Christian faithâ contentment with a lowly place . I am a doctor and I know that ambitionâthe desire to succeedâto have powerâleads to most ills of the human soul. If the desire is realized it leads to arrogance, violence and final satietyâand if it is deniedâah! if it is deniedâlet all the asylums for the insanerise up and give their testimony! They are filled with human beings who were unable to face being mediocre, insignificant, ineffective and who therefore created for themselves ways of escape from reality so as to be shut off from life itself for ever.â
Sarah said abruptly: âItâs a pity the old Boynton woman isnât in an asylum.â
Gerard