"I don't like my
house full of mad-women and mad-women's nurses, and I don't like
playing the spy!"
"It will only be for a week," the doctor repeated. "I will never trouble
you in this way again. And now I must be off at once. I want to sleep in
New York to-night."
Without further parley Dr. Oleander stalked out of the kitchen and out
of the house. Five minutes more, and they heard the sharp rattle of his
wheels on the gravel. Then old Peter bolted and locked and put up the
chains, and made the lonely farmhouse as much like a jail as bolts and
bars could render it. Their situation was so isolated, and they
themselves so helpless, that, although there was but little to fear,
these precautionary measures were natural enough.
Meantime, the new nurse had ascended the stairs and unlocked her
captive's door. She rapped respectfully before entering; but, as usual,
Mollie deigned no notice, and after waiting an instant, she turned the
handle and went in.
Mollie had resumed her seat by the window, and, with her chin resting on
her hand, was gazing with gloomy eyes at the evening mists rising over
the bleak gray sea.
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