"I am a servant, Mr. Lovat-Smith," she replied with dignity. "We have a peculiar position - not quite people, not quite furniture. We are often party to extraordinary scenes because we are ignored in the house, as if we had not eyes or brains. People do not mind us knowing things, seeing things they would be mortified to have their friends see."
One of the jurors looked startled, suddenly thoughtful.
"One day I had occasion to return to the nursery unexpectedly, " Miss Buchan resumed. "Colonel Carlyon had neglected to lock the door, and I saw him in the act with his son. He did not know I saw. I was transfixed with horror - although I should not have been. I knew there was something very seriously wrong, but I did not understand what - until then. I stood there for several seconds, but I left as soundlessly as I had come. My knowledge is very real, sir."
"You witnessed this gross act, and yet you did nothing?" Lovat-Smith's voice rose in disbelief. "I find that hard to credit, Miss Buchan. Was not your first duty clearly towards your charge, the child, Thaddeus Carlyon?"
She did not flinch.
"I have already told you, there was nothing I could do."
"Not tell his mother?" He waved an arm up towards the gallery where Felicia sat like stone. "Would she not have been horrified? Would she not have protected her child? You seem, by implication, to be expecting us to believe that Alexandra Carlyon," he indicated her with another expansive gesture, "a generation later, was so violently distressed by the same fact that she murdered her husband rather than allow it to continue! And yet you say that Mrs. Felicia Carlyon would have done nothing!"
Miss Buchan did not speak.
"You hesitate," Lovat-Smith challenged, his voice rising. "Why, Miss Buchan? Are you suddenly not so certain of answers? Not so easy?"
Miss Buchan was strong. She had already risked, and no doubt lost, everything. She had no stake left, nothing else could be taken from her but her self-esteem.
"You are too facile, young man," she said with all the ineffable authority of a good governess. "Women may be as immeasurably different from each other as men. Their loyalties and values may be different also, as may be the times and circumstances in which they live. What can a woman do, in such a position? Who will believe her, if she accused a publicly loved man of such a crime?" She did not once betray that she even knew Felicia was there in the room with them, much less that she cared what Felicia thought or felt. "People do not wish to believe it of their heroes, and both Randolph and Thaddeus Carlyon were heroes, in their own ways. Society would have crucified her as a wicked woman if they did not believe her, as a venally indiscreet one if they did. She would know that, and she chose to preserve what she had. Miss Alexandra chose to save her child, or to try to. It remains to be seen whether or not she has sacrificed herself in vain."
Lovat-Smith opened his mouth to argue, attack her again, and then looked at the jury and decided better of it.
"You are a remarkable woman, Miss Buchan," he said with a minute bow. "It remains to be seen whether any further facts bear out your extraordinary vision of events, but no doubt you believe you speak the truth. I have nothing further to ask you."
Rathbone declined to reexamine. He knew better than to gild the lily.
The court rose for the luncheon adjournment in an uproar.
* * * * *
The first witness of the afternoon was Damaris Erskine. She too looked pale, with dark circles under her eyes as if she had wept herself into exhaustion but had found little sleep. All the time her eyes kept straying to Peverell. He was sitting very upright in his seat next to Felicia and Randolph in the front of the gallery, but as apart from them in spirit as if they were in different rooms. He ignored them totally and stared without movement at Damaris, his eyes puckered in concern, his lips undecided on a smile, as if he feared it might be taken for levity rather than encouragement.
Monk sat two rows behind Hester, in the body of the court behind the lawyers. He did not wish to sit beside her. His emotions were too raw from his confrontation with Her-mione. He wanted