Miss Latterly. Miss Latterly was in the Crimea with Miss Nightingale, Val. She has come to persuade Mama to encourage other young women of good family and education to take up nursing."
"How interesting. How do you do, Miss Latterly," Valentine said quietly.
"How do you do," Hester replied, looking at his face and trying to decide whether the gravity in his eyes was fear or a natural reticence. There was no quickening of interest in his face, and he looked at her with a sort of weary care. The spontaneity she would have expected from someone of his years was absent. She had looked to see an emotion, even if it was boredom or irritation at being introduced to someone in whom he had no interest. Instead he seemed guarded.
Was that a result of there having been a murder in his house so recently, and by all accounts of a man of whom he was very fond? It did not seem unreasonable. He was suffering from shock. Fate had dealt him an extraordinary blow, unseen in its coming, and having no reasonable explanation. Perhaps he no longer trusted rate to be either kind or sensible. Hester's pity was quickened, and again she wished intensely that she understood Alexandra's crime, even if there were no mitigation for it.
They said little more. Louisa was growing impatient and Hester had exhausted all that she could say on the subject, and after a few more polite trivialities she thanked them for their forbearance and took her leave.
* * * * *
"Well?" Major Tiplady demanded as soon as she reached Great Titchfield Street again. "Did you form any opinion? What is she like, this Mrs. Furnival? Would you have been jealous of her?"
Hester was barely through the door and had not yet taken off her cloak or bonnet.
"You were quite right," she conceded, placing her bonnet on the side table and undoing the button of her cloak and placing it on the hook."It was definitely a good idea to meet her, and it went surprisingly well." She smiled at him. "In feet I was astoundingly bold. You would have been proud of me. I charged the enemy to the face, and carried the day, I think."
"Well don't stand there smirking, girl." He was thoroughly excited and the pink color rose in his cheeks. "What did you say, and what was she like?"
"I told her" - Hester blushed at the recollection - "that since all women admire her, her influence would be very powerful in encouraging young ladies of breeding and education to take up nursing - and would she use her good offices to that end."
"Great heavens. You said that?" The major closed his eyes as if to digest this startling piece of news. Then he opened them again, bright blue and wide. "And she believed you?"
"Certainly." She came over and sat on the chair opposite him. "She is a dashing and very dominant personality, very sure of herself, and quite aware that men admire her and women envy her. I could flatter her absurdly, and she would believe me, as long as I stayed within the bounds of her own field of influence. I might have been disbelieved had I told her she was virtuous or learned - but not that she was capable of influencing people."
"Oh dear." He sighed, not in unhappiness, but mystification. The ways of women were something he would never understand. Just when he thought he had begun to grasp them, Hester went and did something completely incomprehensible, and he was back to the beginning again. "And did you come to any conclusions about her?"
"Are you hungry?" she asked him.
"Yes I am. But first tell me what you concluded!"
"I am not certain, except I am quite sure she was not in love with the general. She isnot a woman who has had to change her plans, or has been deeply bereaved. Actually the only person who seemed really shaken was her son, Valentine. The poor boy looked quite stunned."
Major Tiplady's face registered a sudden bleak pity, as if mention of Valentine had brought the reality of loss back to him, and it ceased to be a puzzle for the intellect and became a tragedy of people again, and their pain and confusion.
Hester said no more. Her mind was still busy trying to make a deeper sense out of her impressions of the Furnivals, hoping against experience to see something which she had missed before, something Monk had missed - and Rathbone.