William Monk 04 - A Sudden Fearful Death

Sir Herbert.”
    Hester found the encounter deeply distressing. She could not clear it from her mind, and at the first opportunity she recounted the entire interview to Callandra. It was late evening, and they were sitting outside in Callandra’s garden. The scent of roses was heavy in the air and the low sunlight slanting on the poplar leaves was deep golden, almost an apricot shade. There was no motion except the sunset wind in the leaves. The wall muffled the passing of hooves and made inaudible the hiss of carriage wheels.
    “It was like the worst kind of dream,” Hester said, staring at the poplars and the golden blue sky beyond. “I was aware what was going to happen before it did. And of course I knew every word she said was true, and yet I was helpless to do anything at all about it.” She turned to Callandra. “I suppose Sir Herbert is right, and it is a crime to abort, even when the child is a result of rape. It is not anything I have ever had to know. I have nursed entirely soldiers or people suffering from injury or fevers. I have no experience of midwifery at all. I have not even cared for a child, much less a mother and infant. It seems so wrong.”
    She slapped her hand on the arm of the wicker garden chair. “I am seeing women suffer in a way I never knewbefore. I suppose I hadn’t thought about it. But do you know how many women have come into that hospital in even the few days I’ve been there, who are worn out and ill as a result of bearing child after child?” She leaned a little farther to face Callandra. “And how many are there we don’t see? How many just live lives in silent despair and terror of the next pregnancy?” She banged the chair arm again. “There’s such ignorance. Such blind tragic ignorance.”
    “I am not sure what good knowledge would do,” Callandra replied, looking not at Hester but at the rose bed and a late butterfly drifting from one bloom to another. “Forms of prevention have been around since Roman days, but they are not available to most people.” She pulled a face. “And they are very often weird contraptions that the ordinary man would not use. A woman has no right in civil or religious law to deny her husband, and even if she had, common sense and the need to survive on something like equable terms would make it impractical.”
    “At least knowledge would take away some of the shock,” Hester argued hotly. “We had one young woman in hospital who was so mortified when she discovered what marriage required of her she went into hysterics, and then tried to kill herself.” Her voice rose with outrage. “No one had given her the slightest idea, and she simply could not endure it. She had been brought up with the strictest teachings of purity and it overwhelmed her. She was married by her parents to a man thirty years older than herself and with little patience or gentleness. She came into the hospital with broken arms and legs and ribs where she had jumped out of a window in an attempt to kill herself.” She took a deep breath and made a vain attempt to lower her tone.
    “Now, unless Dr. Beck can persuade the police and the Church that it was an accident, they will charge her with attempted suicide and either imprison her or hang her.” She banged her fist down on the chair arm yet again. “And that monumental fool, Jeavis, is trying to say Dr. Beck killed Prudence Barrymore.” She did not notice Callandra stiffenin her seat or her face grow paler. “That is because that would be the easy answer, and save him from having to question the other surgeons and the chaplain and the members of the Board of Governors.”
    Callandra started to speak, and then stopped again.
    “Is there nothing we can do to help Marianne Gillespie?” Hester persisted, her fists clenched, leaning forward in the chair. She glanced at the roses. “Is there nobody to which one could appeal? Do you know Sir Herbert said his own daughter had been assaulted and had become with child as a result?” She swung around to Callandra again. “And she went to a private abortionist in some back street who maimed her so badly she can now never marry, let alone bear children. And she is in constant pain. For Heaven’s sake, there must be something we can do!”
    “If I knew of anything I should not be sitting her listening to you,” Callandra replied with a sad smile. “I should have told you what it was, and we should be on our way to do it. Please be careful, or you are