The lady who was sitting at the head of the table rose and came to greet me.
I had my first glimpse of Louise Leidner.
Chapter 5.
Tell Yarimjah
I dont mind admitting that my first impression on seeing Mrs Leidner was one of downright surprise.
One gets into the way of imagining a person when one hears them talked about.
Id got it firmly into my head that Mrs Leidner was a dark, discontented kind of woman. The nervy kind, all on edge.
And then, too, Id expected her to be well, to put it frankly a bit vulgar.
She wasnt a bit like what Id imagined her!
To begin with, she was very fair.
She wasnt a Swede, like her husband, but she might have been as far as looks went.
She had that blonde Scandinavian fairness that you dont very often see. She wasnt a young woman. Midway between thirty and forty, I should say.
Her face was rather haggard, and there was some grey hair mingled with the fairness.
Her eyes, though, were lovely.
They were the only eyes Ive ever come across that you might truly describe as violet.
They were very large, and there were faint shadows underneath them.
She was very thin and fragile-looking, and if I say that she had an air of intense weariness and was at the same time very much alive, it sounds like nonsense but thats the feeling I got.
I felt, too, that she was a lady through and through. And that means something even nowadays.
She put out her hand and smiled.
Her voice was low and soft with an American drawl in it.
Im so glad youve come, nurse.
Will you have some tea?
Or would you like to go to your room first?
I said Id have tea, and she introduced me to the people sitting round the table.
This is Miss Johnson and Mr Reiter.
Mrs Mercado.
Mr Emmott.
Father Lavigny.
My husband will be in presently.
Sit down here between Father Lavigny and Miss Johnson.
I did as I was bid and Miss Johnson began talking to me, asking about my journey and so on.
I liked her.
She reminded me of a matron Id had in my probationer days whom we had all admired and worked hard for.
She was getting on for fifty, I should judge, and rather mannish in appearance, with iron-grey hair cropped short.
She had an abrupt, pleasant voice, rather deep in tone.
She had an ugly rugged face with an almost laughably turned-up nose which she was in the habit of rubbing irritably when anything troubled or perplexed her.
She wore a tweed coat and skirt made rather like a mans.
She told me presently that she was a native of Yorkshire.
Father Lavigny I found just a bit alarming.
He was a tall man with a great black beard and pince-nez.
I had heard Mrs Kelsey say that there was a French monk there, and I now saw that Father Lavigny was wearing a monks robe of some white woollen material.
It surprised me rather, because I always understood that monks went into monasteries and didnt come out again.
Mrs Leidner talked to him mostly in French, but he spoke to me in quite fair English.
I noticed that he had shrewd, observant eyes which darted about from face to face.
Opposite me were the other three.
Mr Reiter was a stout, fair young man with glasses. His hair was rather long and curly, and he had very round blue eyes.
I should think he must have been a lovely baby, but he wasnt much to look at now!
In fact he was just a little like a pig.
The other young man had very short hair cropped close to his head. He had a long, rather humorous face and very good teeth, and he looked very attractive when he smiled.
He said very little, though, just nodded if spoken to or answered in monosyllables.