William Monk 02 - A Dangerous Mourning

of my behavior.”
    “I imagine he will,” Callandra agreed. “If he is asked. But so long as the child recovers and survives he will be unlikely to raise the subject if he does not have to.” She regarded Hester critically. “Oh dear, you are not exactly dressed for an evening out, are you? Still, it is too late to do a great deal now; you must come as you are. Perhaps my maid could dress your hair? That at least would help. Go upstairs and tell her I request it.”
    Hester hesitated; it had all been so rapid.
    “Well don’t stand there!” Callandra encouraged. “Have you eaten? We can have some refreshment there, but it will not be a proper meal.”
    “Yes—yes I have. Thank you—”
    “Then go and have your hair dressed—be quick!”
    Hester obeyed because she had no better idea.
       The theater was crowded with people bent on enjoying themselves, women fashionably dressed in crinoline skirts full of flounces and flowers, lace, velvet, fringes and ribbons and all manner of femininity. Hester felt outstandingly plain and not in the least like laughing, and the thought of flirting withsome trivial and idiotic young man was enough to make her lose what little of her temper was left. It was only her debt, and her fondness for Callandra, that kept any curb on her tongue at all.
    Since Callandra had a box there was no difficulty about seats, and they were not placed close to anyone else. The play was one of the dozens popular at the moment, concerning the fall from virtue of a young woman, tempted by the weakness of the flesh, seduced by a worthless man, and only in the end, when it was too late, desiring to return to her upright husband.
    “Pompous, opinionated fool!” Hester said under her breath, her tolerance at last stretched beyond bearing. “I wonder if the police ever charged a man with boring a woman to death?”
    “It is not a sin, my dear,” Callandra whispered back. “Women are not supposed to be interested.”
    Hester used a word she had heard in the Crimea among the soldiers, and Callandra pretended not to have heard it, although she had in fact heard it many times, and even knew what it meant.
    When the play was finished the curtain came down to enthusiastic applause. Callandra rose, and Hester, after a brief glance down at the audience, rose also and followed her out into the wide foyer, now rapidly filling with men and women chattering about the play, each other and any trivialities or gossip that came to mind.
    Hester and Callandra stepped among them, and within a few minutes and half a dozen exchanges of polite words, they came face-to-face with Oliver Rathbone and a dark young woman with a demure expression on her extremely pretty face.
    “Good evening, Lady Callandra.” He bowed very slightly and then turned to Hester, smiling. “Miss Latterly. May I present Miss Newhouse?”
    They exchanged formal greetings in the approved fashion.
    “Wasn’t it a delightful play?” Miss Newhouse said politely. “So moving, don’t you think?”
    “Very,” Callandra agreed. “The theme seems to be most popular these days.”
    Hester said nothing. She was aware of Rathbone looking at her with the same inquisitive amusement he had at their first meeting, before the trial. She was not in the mood for smalltalk, but she was Callandra’s guest and she must endure it with some grace.
    “I could not but feel sorry for the heroine,” Miss Newhouse continued. “In spite of her weaknesses.” She looked down for a moment. “Oh, I know of course that she brought her ruin upon herself. That was the playwright’s skill, was it not, that one deplored her behavior and yet wept for her at the same time?” She turned to Hester. “Do you not think so, Miss Latterly?”
    “I fear I had rather more sympathy with her than was intended,” Hester said with an apologetic smile.
    “Oh?” Miss Newhouse looked confused.
    Hester felt compelled to explain further. She was acutely aware of Rathbone watching her.
    “I thought her husband so extremely tedious I could well understand why she … lost interest.”
    “That hardly excuses her betrayal of her vows.” Miss Newhouse was shocked. “It shows how easily we women can be led astray by a few flattering words,” she said earnestly. “We see a handsome face and a little surface glamour, instead of true worth!”
    Hester spoke before thinking. The heroine had been very pretty, and it seemed the husband had bothered to learn very little else