The door opened and Perdita burst in in a flurry of skirts, breathless.
"Martha says you've found the girls! They are down in the kitchen right now!"
Reluctantly, Monk let go of Hester, amazed that he was not more self-conscious of being seen in such a position.
Perdita looked at his filthy appearance with surprise. A month ago she would have been scandalized. Now she was only concerned.
"Is it true? Have you?"
"Yes," Monk answered. "Only just rescued them from being shipped abroad as white slaves." He heard Hester gasp. "I found them actually on the boat." He glanced down at the floor where he had created a pool of water. "I'm sorry. I half fell in the river." He smiled ruefully.
"You must be frozen!" Perdita exclaimed-the white slave trade was not in her knowledge as it was in Hester's. "I'll have someone draw you a hot bath. I'm sure you can borrow some of Gabriel's clothes. Then we must think what to do with these girls."
Hester swallowed, unconsciously smoothing down her dress, now thoroughly wet, also more than a little dirty, where she had pressed against Monk.
"Can you train them to work here?" She turned from Perdita to Monk and back again. "Can you?" There was a faint flush in her cheeks at the presumption.
Before Perdita could reply, Monk interrupted. Hester had not seen them. She had no idea of the reality of their disfigurement, or their deafness, their sheer uncouthness from a lifetime of neglect and abuse. In their entire lives they had seen and heard nothing but the insides of taverns, gin mills and brothels.
"You can't use them as-" He stopped again. How could he say this? Hester was watching him with anxiety and disbelief. "They're..." He glanced down at his filthy clothes, then up at Perdita. There was no point in anything but the truth. "They've spent their lives in gin mills and brothels. They're deaf-and they're disfigured."
Perdita's face filled with horror, then pity. Her chin lifted. "Well, we don't have much company at present, maybe not at all. This could be the very best house in which to train such people." She did not add any note of anger or bitterness, nor was there any in her face. There was no thought of self.
Hester looked at her with a respect which was wholehearted and full of joy.
Perdita recognized it, and it was the final seal upon her resolve.
"Shall we go and tell Gabriel?" she suggested. "Then you really must get warmed up, Mr. Monk. You must be feeling wretched."
"Of course," he agreed. He wished to see Gabriel's reaction himself. He could not rest until he did. He followed Perdita and Hester out of the butler's pantry and along the corridor to the servants' stairs, up them and then through the top door to the main wing. He was aware of squelching with every step, and that someone else would have to clean up after him, but perhaps it was worth it this time.
Perdita threw open Gabriel's door. "It's right!" she said without waiting. "He has got them! They're here!"
Gabriel looked at Monk, his eyes bright.
Monk nodded. "They're in the kitchen, getting cleaned up and fed." Gabriel would know what he meant. "They've been on the streets since they were three years old."
Gabriel's face also filled with pity, and a hard, hurting rage. Even his own disfigurement could not mask it.
"We'll look after them," he said without hesitation.
Monk did not argue. He was so cold that in spite of the pleasure he felt, the almost overwhelming sense of exhilaration and relief, he was now shaking and his legs had almost lost sensation. Shivers were running through him and his teeth were chattering.
Hester must have noticed, because she excused them and took him to the guest bathroom and sent for hot water while she then went to Gabriel's wardrobe to find him clean, dry clothes.
Afterwards Martha sent up a bowl of hot thick soup from the kitchen and Monk sat in a chair by the banked-up fire in Hester's sitting room enjoying the heat inside and out, and the savory taste in his mouth of chicken and herbs.
Hester was watching him, her eyes narrowed, her brows drawn together.
"Did you really mean it that you believe Delphine Lambert is the same person as Dolly Jackson?"
He had no doubt. "Yes. If you look at those girls, especially Leda, the resemblance is startling. It is almost a mirror image, only distorted by the mouth. But you can see what she was meant to