William Monk 09 - A Breach of Promise

a Norfolk style and his face was pink with fresh air and exertion. Apparently he had just arrived. As usual, he was oblivious of the emotions of those he had interrupted.
    “Good afternoon, Miss Latterly. How are you this delightful day? Good afternoon, Mr. Monk. How are you, sir?” Apparently the expressions on their faces told him nothing. “Gabriel seems a little disturbed today.” He frowned slightly. “If I may say so, Miss Latterly, I think you should not have told him the news about Melville. It has distressed him unnecessarily. And, of course, poor Perdita should never have had to learn of such depravity. That was a grave misjudgment on your part, and I am disappointed in you.”
    The blood rushed in a tide up Hester’s face. Monk’s emotion changed instantly from anger with her to a rage with Athol he could barely control. He made the effort only because he did not wish to speak without thinking and possibly make the matter worse for her. To his amazement, he found himself shaking.
    “Mistaken or not,” Hester said between her teeth, “it is my judgment that Lieutenant Sheldon should be treated as an adult and told whatever he wishes to know. He was interested in the Melville case and concerned for both justice and the human tragedy involved.”
    “And what about Mrs. Sheldon?” Athol demanded, staring at Hester angrily. “Have you given the slightest thought to her feelings, with your zeal to press what you see as your duty to my brother? Have you for an instant thought what irreparable damage you might be doing to her?” His eyes widened. “What about her innocence, her susceptibilities, even her ability to continue as the charming and gentle creature she is and for which he married her … eh?”
    “It is not possible to protect anyone from the tragedies and misfortunes of life forever, Mr. Sheldon,” she replied stiffly. “I don’t think Mrs. Sheldon wishes to be locked away. She would be denying the chance to grow up, or to be any use to anyone. No person with a whit of courage wishes to remain a child forever….”
    His face was mottled with purple and his eyes were now brilliant with outrage.
    “Miss Latterly, you exceed yourself! You have shown muchspirit and initiative in going to the Crimea to nurse soldiers, and I am sure much worthy devotion to duty, as you perceive it, but I am afraid you are not suitable for nursing in the home of a gentleman. You have picked up too much of the manner and beliefs of army life. It is most unfortunate, but I must recommend to my brother that you be released as soon as I can find someone to replace you.”
    Hester was white-faced. For a moment she looked almost as if she might be about to crumple.
    Monk was furious. Now he would intervene, whether she liked it or not.
    But he was prevented by Perdita herself, who was standing in the doorway, also wide-eyed and extremely pale. She must have heard their raised voices. Now she was trembling as she steadied herself with one hand on the doorframe behind Athol.
    “You will not be replaced, Hester,” she said huskily, and cleared her throat. “Athol, I appreciate that you no doubt have my welfare in mind, but you will not dismiss my staff, or indeed give them any instructions at all. Miss Latterly is in my employ, not yours, and she will stay here as long as I wish her to and she is willing.”
    “You are upset, my dear,” Athol said after a moment’s hesitation in amazement at her outburst. “When you have had time to reconsider, you will realize that what I say is right.” He nodded several times to emphasize his certainty.
    “It is not right!” she contradicted him, coming into the room and facing him squarely. “Certainly I am upset that Melville is dead, poor creature, and I am upset about the manner of his death—” She corrected herself. “Her death! The whole thing is a most tragic matter altogether. But I am plain angry that you should choose to dismiss my staff without reference to me or my wishes.”
    “It is for your good, my dear Perdita—”
    “I don’t care whose good it is for!” she shouted at him. “Or whose good you think it is! You will not make my decisions for me.” She took a deep breath and resumed in a normal voice. “And anyway, you are wrong. It is not for my good that Ishould be shut away from knowing what is going on. What use am I to anybody, especially myself, if life passes me by? Would you allow me to decide for you what you should know and