to face them all over the luncheon table.
But Edith was apparently unaware of-her feelings. She stood up quickly and moved towards the door.
"Yes of course. Is Pev here?"
"Yes - now would be a perfect time." Damaris turned around and pulled the door open. "We need to act as soon as we can." She smiled brilliantly at Hester. "It really is most kind of you."
The dining room was heavily and ornately furnished, and with a full dinner service in the new, fashionable turquoise, heavily patterned and gilded. Felicia was already seated and Randolph occupied his place at the head of the table. He looked larger and more imposing than he had lounging in the armchair at afternoon tea. His face was heavy, and set in lines of stubborn, weary immobility. Hester tried to imagine him as a young man, and what it might have been like to be in love with him. Was he dashing in uniform? Might there have been a trace of humor or wit in his face then? The years change people; there were disappointments, dreams that crumbled. And she was seeing him at the worst possible time. His only son had just been murdered, and almost certainly by a member of his own family.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Carlyon, Colonel Carlyon," she said, swallowing hard, and trying at least temporarily to put out of her mind the confrontation which must come when Oliver Rathbone was mentioned.
"Good afternoon, Miss Latterly," Felicia said with her eyebrows arched in as much surprise as was possible with civility. "How agreeable of you to join us. To what occasion do we owe the pleasure of a second visit in so short a time?"
Randolph muttered something inaudible. He seemed to have forgotten her name, and had nothing to say beyond an acknowledgment of her presence.
Peverell looked as benign and agreeable as before, but he smiled at her without speaking.
Felicia was very obviously waiting. Apparently it was not merely a rhetorical question; she wished an answer.
Damaris strode over to her place at the table and sat down with something of a swagger, ignoring the frown which shadowed her mother's face.
"She came to see Peverell," she answered with a slight smile.
Felicia's irritation deepened.
"At luncheon?" Her voice held a chill incredulity." Surely if it were Peverell she wished to see she would have made an appointment with him in his offices, like anyone else. She would hardly wish to conduct her private business in our company, and over a meal. You must be mistaken, Damaris. Or is this your idea of humor? If it is, it is most misplaced, and I must require you to apologize, and not do such a thing."
"Not humorous at all, Mama," she said with instant sobriety. "It is in order to help Alex, so it is entirely appropriate that it should be discussed here, with us present. After all, it does concern the whole family, in a way."
"Indeed?" Felicia kept her eyes on Damaris's face. "And what can Miss Latterly possibly do to help Alexandra? It is our tragedy that Alexandra would seem to have lost her sanity. " The skin across her cheekbones tightened as if she were expecting a blow. "Even the best doctors have no cure for such things - and not even God can undo what has already happened."
"But we don't know what has happened, Mama," Damaris pointed out.
"We know that Alexandra confessed that she murdered Thaddeus," Felicia said icily, concealing from them all whatever wells of pain lay beneath the bare words. "You should not have asked Miss Latterly for her help; there is nothing whatsoever that she, or anyone else, can do about the tragedy. We are quite able to find our own doctors who will take care of her disposition to a suitable place of confinement, for her own good, and that of society." She turned to Hester for the first time since the subject had been raised. "Do you care to take soup, Miss Latterly?"
"Thank you." Hester could think of nothing else to say, no excuse or explanation to offer for herself. The whole affair was even worse than she had foreseen. She should have declined the invitation and excused herself. She could have told Edith all she needed to know quite simply and left the rest to Peverell. But it was too late now.
Felicia nodded to the maid and the tureen was brought in and the soup served in silence.
After taking several sips Randolph turned to Hester.
"Well - if it is not a doctor