epelled by her ghoulish enjoyment. She liked it because she knew that Johnhimself would have liked it. If he had to die he would much prefer old Mrs.Crabtree to get a kick out of it, than to sniff and shed tears. "All I 'ope is that theycatch 'ooever done it and 'ang 'im," continued Mrs. Crabtree vindictively. "<strong>The</strong>ydon't 'ave 'angings in public like they used to once--more's the pity. I've alwaysthought I'd like to go to an 'anging . . . And I'd go double quick, if you understandme, to see 'ooever killed the doctor 'anged! Real wicked, 'e must 'ave been. Why,the doctor was one in a thousand! Ever so clever, 'e was! And a nice way with 'im!Got you laughing whether you wanted to ornot. <strong>The</strong> things 'e used to say sometimes! I'd 'ave done anythink for the doctor, Iwould!" "Yes," said Henrietta. "He was a very clever man. He was a great man.""Think the world of 'im in the 'orspital, they do! All them nurses. And 'is patients!Always felt you were going to get well when 'e'd been along." "So you are going toget well," said Henrietta. <strong>The</strong> little shrewd eyes clouded for a moment."I'm not so sure about that, ducky. I've got that mealy-mouthed young fellow withthe spectacles now. Quite different to Dr. Christow. Never a laugh! 'E was a one. Dr.Christow was--always up to 'is jokes! Givenme some norful times, 'e 'as, with this. treatment of "is. 'I carn't stand any more ofit, doctor,5 I'd say to 'im and, 'Yes, you can, Mrs. Crabtree,' 'e'd say to me. 'You'retough, you are. You can take it. Going to make medical 'istory, you and I are.' And'e'd jolly me along like. Do anythink for the doctor, I would 'ave! Expected a lot of you,'e did, but you felt you couldn't let 'im down, if you know what I mean." "I know,"said Henrietta. <strong>The</strong> little sharp eyes peered at her. "Excuse me, dearie, you're notthe doctor's wife by any chance?" ?^サ "No," said Henrietta, "I'm just afriend." "I see," said Mrs. Crabtree. Henrietta thought that she did see. "Whatmade you come along if you don't mind me arsking?" "<strong>The</strong> doctor used to talk tome a lot aboutyou--and about his new treatment. I wanted to see how you were." "I'm slippingback--that's what I'm doing." Henrietta cried: "But you mustn't slip back!You've got to get well." Mrs. Crabtree grinned.
Mrs. Crabtree looked at her for a moment or two. "Sounds a bit grand! I'll domy best, ducky. Carn't say more than that." Henrietta got up and took her hand."Good-bye. I'll come and see you again if I may." "Yes, do. It'll do me good to talkabout the doctor a bit." <strong>The</strong> bawdy twinkle came into her eye again. "Proper manin every kind of way. Dr. Christow." "Yes," said Henrietta. "He was ..." <strong>The</strong>old woman said: "Don't fret, ducky--what's gorn's gorn. You can't 'ave it back ..."Mrs. Crabtree and Hercule Poirot, Henrietta thought, expressed the same idea indifferent language.She drove back to Chelsea, put away the car in the garage and walked slowly to thestudio. Now, she thought, it has come. <strong>The</strong> moment I have been dreading--themoment when I am alone . . . Now I can put it off no longer . . . Now grief ishere with me. What had she said to Edward? "I should like to grieve for John ..."She dropped down on a chair and pushed back the hair from her face.Alone--empty--destitute . . . This awful emptiness. <strong>The</strong> tears pricked at her eyes,flowed slowly down her cheeks. Grief, she thought, grief for John . . .Oh, John--John. . . . Remembering--remembering. . . . His voice, sharp with pain:/// were dead, the first thing you'd do, with the tears streaming down your face, wouldbe to start modelling some damned mourning woman or some figure of grief.She stirred uneasily . . . Why had that thought come into her head? Grief. . . .Grief. ... A veiled figure . . . its outline barely perceptible--its head cowled . . .Alabaster . . . She could see the lines of it--tall, elongated ... its sorrow hidden,revealed only by the long mournful lines of the drapery . . . Sorrow, emergingfrom clear transparentalabaster. If I were dead . . . And suddenly bitterness came over her fulltide! She thought, Thafs what I am! John was right. I cannot love—I cannotmourn—not with the whole of me ... It's Midge, it's people like Midge who are thesalt of the earth. Midge and Edward at Ainswick . . . That wasreality—strength—warmth . . . But I, she thought, am not a whole person. I belongnot to myself, but to something outside me. . . . I cannot grieve for my dead . . .Instead I must take my grief and make it into a figure of alabaster . . ."Exhibit N. 58 Grief, Alabaster. Miss Henrietta Savernake." She said under herbreath: "John, forgive me ... forgive me ... for what I can't help doing ..."
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