But she was gravely and quite dispa.s.sionately interested in the terror of Mary Kitson. In later life a bull fight was to appear to her a tiresome affair, but the domination of one human being over another, absorbing. She had, too, at the very earliest age, that conviction that it was pleasant to combat all sentiment, all appeals to be "good," all soft emotions of pity, anything that could suggest that Right was of more power than Might.
It was as though she said, "You may think that even now you will get me.
I tell you I"m a rebel from the beginning; you"ll never catch me showing affection or sympathy. If you do you may do your worst."
Beyond all things, her anxiety was that, suddenly, in spite of herself, she would do something "soft," some weak kindness. Her power over Mary Kitson rea.s.sured her.
The fascination of this power very soon became to her an overwhelming interest. Playing with Mary Kitson"s mind was as absorbing to Sarah, as chess to an older enthusiast; her discoveries promised her a life full of entertainment, if, with her fellow-mortals, she was able, so easily, "to do things," what a time she would always have. She discovered, very soon, that Mary Kitson was, by nature, truthful and obedient, that she had a great fear of G.o.d, and that she loved her parents. Here was fine material to work upon. She began by insisting on little lies.
"Say our clocks were all wrong, and you couldn"t know what the time was."
"Oh, but----"
"Yes, say it."
"Please, Sarah."
"Say it. Otherwise I"ll be punished too. Mind, if you don"t say it, I shall know."
There was the horrible threat that effected so much. Mary began soon to believe that Sarah was never absent from her, that she attended her, invisibly, her little dark face peering over Mary"s shoulder, and when Mary was in bed at night, the lights out, and only shadows on the walls, Sarah was certainly there, her mocking eyes on Mary"s face, her voice whispering things in Mary"s ears.
Sarah, Mary very soon discovered, believed in nothing, and knew everything. This horrible combination, naturally, affected Mary, who believed in everything and knew nothing.
"Why should we obey our mothers?" said Sarah. "We"re as good as they are."
"Oh, _no_," said Mary, in a voice shocked to a strangled whisper.
Nevertheless, she began, a little, to despise her confused parents.
There came a day when Mary told a very large lie indeed; she said that she had brushed her teeth when she had not, and she told this lie quite unprompted by Sarah. She was more and more miserable as the days pa.s.sed.
No one knew exactly the things that the two little girls did when they were alone on an afternoon in Sarah"s room. Sarah sent Hortense about her business, and then set herself to the subdual of Mary"s mind and character. There would be moments like this, Sarah would turn off the electric light, and the room would be lit only by the dim shining of the evening sky.
"Now, Mary, you go over to that corner--that dark one--and wait there till I tell you to come out. I"ll go outside the room, and then you"ll see what will happen."
"Oh, no, Sarah, I don"t want to."
"Why not, you silly baby?"
"I--I don"t want to."
"Well, it will be much worse for you if you don"t."
"I want to go home."
"You can after you have done that."
"I want to go home now."
"Go into the corner first."
Sarah would leave the room and Mary would stand with her face to the wall, a trembling prey to a thousand terrors. The light would quiver and shake, steps would tread the floor and cease, there would be a breath in her ears, a wind above her head. She would try to pray, but could remember no words. Sarah would lead her forth, shaking from head to foot.
"You little silly. I was only playing."
Once, and this hurried the climax of the episode, Mary attempted rebellion.
"I want to go home, Sarah."
"Well, you can"t. You"ve got to hear the end of the story first."
"I don"t like the story. It"s a horrid story. I"m going home."
"You"d better not."
"Yes, I will, and I won"t come again, and I won"t see you again. I hate you. I won"t. I won"t."
Mary, as she very often did, began to cry. Sarah"s lips curled with scorn.
"All right, you can. You"ll never see Alice again if you do."
"Alice?"
"Yes, she"ll be drowned, and you"ll have the toothache, and I"ll come in the middle of the night and wake you."
"I--I don"t care. I"m go-going home. I"ll t-t-ell m-other."
"Tell her. But look out afterwards, that"s all."
Mary remained, but Sarah regarded the rebellion as ominous. She thought that the time had come to put Mary"s submission really to the test.
V
The climax of the affair was in this manner. Upon an afternoon when the rain was beating furiously upon the window-panes and the wind struggling up and down the chimney, Sarah and Mary played together in Sarah"s room; the play consisted of Mary shutting her eyes and pretending she was in a dark wood, whilst Sarah was the tiger who might at any moment spring upon her and devour her, who would, in any case, pinch her legs with a sudden thrust which would drive all the blood out of Mary"s face and make her "as white as the moon."
This game ended, Sarah"s black eyes moved about for a fresh diversion; her gaze rested upon Mary, and Mary whispered that she would like to go home.
"Yes. You can," said Sarah, staring at her, "if you will do something when you get there."
"What?" said Mary, her heart beating like a heavy and jumping hammer.
"There"s something I want. You"ve got to bring it me."
Mary said nothing, only her wide eyes filled with tears.
"There"s something in your mother"s drawing-room. You know in that little table with the gla.s.s top where there are the little gold boxes with the silver crosses and things. There"s a ring there--a gold one with a red stone--very pretty. I want it."
Mary drew a long, deep breath. Her fat legs in the tight, black stockings were shaking.
"You can go in when no one sees. The table isn"t locked, I know, because I opened it once. You can get and bring it to me to-morrow in the garden."