William Monk 09 - A Breach of Promise

modesty … good works …” He colored faintly and ceased meeting her eyes. “I … ah … well … do you think she will have children, Miss Latterly? Perdita … of course …”
    “I know of no reason why not, Mr. Sheldon,” she replied. “Gabriel’s injuries are not of that nature, and I fully expect his general health to return in time. However …”
    “Good … good. Hope you don’t mind my asking? Indelicate, I know …”
    “I don’t mind at all,” she assured him.
    He started to move down the stairs again, relieved.
    She kept pace with him, then went a step ahead and stopped.
    He stopped also, more or less obliged to, if he were not to push past her.
    “Mr. Sheldon, I think it is important that Mrs. Sheldon learn something of what actually happened in the Mutiny, in time about the massacre at Cawnpore.”
    “Good God!” He blushed deeply. “I mean … good heavens!” he corrected himself. “I simply cannot agree. Youare quite mistaken, my dear Miss Latterly. I know something of it myself. Read the newspapers at the time, having a brother out there, and all that. Quite terrible. Not a suitable thing for a woman to know at all. You can’t have any idea, or you would not have said such a thing. Absolutely out of the question.” He waved his hand to dismiss it.
    “I know it was terrible.” She refused to retreat, obliging him to remain where he was, even though he loomed over her. “I also read the newspapers at the time, but rather more important than that, and possibly truer, Gabriel himself has told me some of his experiences—”
    He shook his head sharply. “You should not have encouraged him, Miss Latterly. Never good to dwell on tragedies, unpleasant things in general. Too easy to become morbid … downcast, you know. And all that is quite unsuitable for Perdita. Distress her needlessly.”
    “I don’t think it is needless, Mr. Sheldon,” she answered. “It is the most emotionally profound thing that has happened in his life—”
    “Oh, really …”
    “And he cannot forget it,” she went on, disregarding his interruption. “One does not forget friends simply because they are dead, and all of it is too big and too recent not to intrude into his thoughts every day. If she is to be any sort of wife and companion, as she has said she wishes, she must share at least some part of his experience.”
    “You are asking far too much, Miss Latterly,” he corrected, shaking his head again. “And if I may say so, quite inappropriately. A young woman, a lady, of Perdita’s background, a gentlewoman, should not know of such barbarities as occurred in India. Part of her charm, her great value in a man’s life, is precisely that she keeps an island safe for him, unsoiled by the tragedies of the world. That is a very beautiful thing, Miss Latterly. Do not try to damage that or rob them both of it.” He smiled as he finished speaking, a calm, assured expression returning to his face, except for the faintest shadow in his eyes. She knew he was speaking toconvince himself as well as her. He needed that island to exist, to visit it in mind if nothing more. It was his own dreams he was protecting as much as Gabriel’s.
    And perhaps it was his way of protecting himself from Gabriel’s pain. There was a fear in him of the darkness he only guessed at in acts like those in the Mutiny. Like many people, he preferred to think they could not really have happened, not as had been reported.
    Was there any purpose in trying to force him to see the reality?
    “Mr. Sheldon, when we share our terror and pain with someone else, we create a bond with that person which is seldom broken. Should we not give Mrs. Sheldon the chance to be the one to share Gabriel’s experiences?”
    He frowned at her.
    “I mean,” she went on hastily, “allow her to decide whether she will or not, rather than deciding it for her?”
    “Not very logical, my dear Miss Latterly,” he said with a quick smile. “Since she can have no idea what she would be offering to share, she cannot make such a decision. No, I am quite certain we should not burden her.” His voice gathered conviction. “It is our duty to protect—my duty, in which you will be of great assistance.”
    “Mr. Sheldon …” she persisted.
    But he raised his hand, smiling widely. “We must have fortitude and strength, Miss Latterly. We shall overcome. I trust you are a woman of Christian faith? Yes, of course you are. You