Hester laughed. "Nonsense! I simply know what it feels like to see pain you can't help, to be terrified yourself, overwhelmed and hideously uncomfortable in body, and so tired you haven't even the strength to weep. If you haven't felt that yet, one day you will." She took her by the arm. "Now have a stiff sherry or something and go up to him."

"But it's you he wants to talk to," Perdita protested. "You understand. He doesn't want to have to explain to someone who knows nothing." There was reluctance in every line of her.

"Frightened?" Hester said with a smile.

"Yes!" Perdita pulled back physically.

"So now is the time to have courage," Hester pointed out. "Imagine how much worse soldiers must feel at the order to charge. What is the worst that can happen to you? Your husband will think less of you? You will still have all your arms and legs. You will not bleed or—"

"That's enough!" Athol said sharply. "You exceed yourself, Miss Latterly!"

Perdita gulped and then swung around very deliberately and glared at him.

"She is quite right! I am going up to see Gabriel. Please don't wait for me. I don't know when I shall be down." And without stopping to see his response, or Hester's, she marched out of the room and they heard her feet cross the hall floor, sharp and determined.

"Have some whiskey," Monk suggested to Athol, although it sounded like an offer. He felt enormously proud of Hester, as if he had had some part in her actions, which was absurd. But they were friends, closer in ways than many a man and wife. They had shared extraordinary triumphs and disasters; they knew each other, both the best and the worst. He trusted her above anyone else. There was a way in which friendship was the deepest and the best of bonds.

Athol took the whiskey and drank it, then poured himself another. He did not think to offer Monk one. It was not rudeness, he was simply too lost in his own perplexity.

Hester turned to Monk. She had not the slightest idea what had been going through his mind or his heart.

"Do you still care to discuss the case which concerns you?" she asked as if they had only just left the subject a few moments ago.

He did not. There was really nothing to say. But on the other hand, he did not want to leave yet.

"If you can spare the time, I should," he answered.

"Certainly." She turned to Athol. "I shall be upstairs if I am needed, Mr. Sheldon, but I think I will not be, at least until bedtime."

"What? Oh. Yes, I think you have done quite enough for one day." He was displeased, and he intended her to know it.

Monk watched her closely and saw no sign of embarrassment or doubt in her face.