to enjoy them. I simply brought them because they are so lovely." Callandra sat down on the nearest chair, her skirts crooked, hoops at an angle. She slapped at the skirt absently and it remained where it was.
Hester sat opposite her, listening with attention she did not have to feign. "Thank you anyway," she said, referring to the flowers.
"There is a case I should be most grateful if you would take. A young man with whom I have a very slight acquaintance. He first introduced himself to me as Robert Oliver, an Anglicism he affected, possibly because he was born in this country and feels utterly at home here. However, his name is actually Ollenheirn, and his parents, the Baron and Baroness, are expatriates from Felzburg ..."
"Felzburg?" Hester said in surprise.
Callandra's face suddenly lost all its humor and became filled with profound pity. "Young Robert contracted a very serious illness, a fever which, when the worst of it passed, left him without movement in his lower body and legs. His natural functions are unimpaired, but he is helpless to leave his bed and needs the constant care of a nurse. He has been attended so far by the doctor daily, and his mother, and the household servants, but a professional nurse is required. I took the liberty of suggesting your name for a number of reasons."
Hester listened in silence, but with growing interest.
"To begin with, and most important," Callandra enumerated earnestly, "Robert may be severely damaged. It is even conceivable he may not regain the use of his legs. If that is so, it is going to be desperately difficult for him to face. He will need all the help and the wisdom that can be offered him. You, my dear, have had much experience, as an army nurse, of caring for young men fearfully disabled. You will know, as much as anyone can, how best to help him.
"My second reason is that some time ago, during the time we were investigating the murder of poor Prudence Barry-more" - again Callandra's face darkened with memory of pain, and of love - "I spent a little time with Victoria Stanhope and learned that the child was a victim of incest, and then of a badly performed abortion, as a result of which she is internally damaged for life. She is in almost continuous pain, at times greater than others, and has no prospects of marriage because she will be unable to fulfill its physical obligations." She held up her hand to prevent Hester from interrupting. "I was with her when she and young Robert met, and they were instantly attracted. Of course, at that time I hastened her away before further tragedy could ensue. Now matters are different. Robert is also damaged. Her courage and innocence may be the thing which will best help him to come to terms with his altered situation."
"And if he recovers?" Hester said quickly. "But she falls in love with him? And she will never be whole! What then?"
"I don't know," Callandra admitted. "But if he does not, and she is the person who could lift him from despair, and by so doing, believe in her own value and purpose, how terrible that we should have allowed our fear to have prevented it."
Hester hesitated, torn between the two dangers.
Callandra had had far longer to weigh the issues. There was no indecision in her eyes.
"I truly believe there is more regret over what we fail to do than over decisions made which turned out badly," she said with conviction. "Are you willing to try, at least?"
Hester smiled. "And your third reason?"
"You need a position!" Callandra said simply.
It was true. Since her father's ruin and death Hester had no means of her own, and she refused to be dependent upon her brother, therefore, she must earn her own living as her skills allowed. Not that it was an issue she resented. It gave her both independence and interest, both of which she prized highly.
The financial urgency of it was less pleasant, but common to most people.
"I should be happy to do what I can," she said sincerely. "If you feel that Baron and Baroness Ollenheim would find me acceptable."
"I have already seen to that," Callandra replied decisively. "The sooner you can take up the position, the better."
Hester rose to her feet.
"Oh," Callandra added with bright eyes. "By the way, Oliver Rathbone has taken up the case of the Countess Rostova."
"What?' Hester stopped abruptly and stood motionless. "I beg