A Sudden, Fearful Death

"If you need proof of it, Sir Herbert," she said icily, "I shall call upon the private inquiry agent who conducted the investigation, and he will confirm what I say."

"You did not report the matter to the police?" Again Sir Herbert's fine pale eyebrows rose. "It is a very serious crime, Mrs. Penrose. One of the most heinous."

Julia's face was ashen. "I am aware of that. It is also one in which the victim may be as seriously punished as the offender, both by public opinion and by having to relive the experience for the courts and for the judiciary, to be stared at and speculated over by everyone with the price of a newspaper in his pocket!" She drew in her breath; her hands, in front of her, were shaking. "Would you subject your wife or daughter to such an ordeal, sir? And do not tell me they would not find themselves in such a position. My sister was in her own garden, painting in the summer-house, quite alone, when she was molested by someone she had every cause to trust."

"The more so is it a crime, my dear lady," Sir Herbert replied gravely. "To abuse trust is more despicable than simply to enact a violence upon a stranger."

Julia was white. Standing in the alcove, Hester was afraid she was going to faint. She moved to intervene, to offer a glass of water, or even some physical support, and suddenly Sir Herbert glanced at her and motioned her to remain where she was.

"I am aware of the enormity of it, Sir Herbert," she said so quietly that he leaned forward, screwing up his eyes, in his concentration. "It is my husband who committed the offense. You must surely appreciate why I do not wish to bring the police into the matter. And my sister is sensible of my feelings, for which I am profoundly grateful. She is also aware that it would do no good. He would naturally deny it. But even if it could be proved, which it cannot, we are both dependent upon him. We should all be ruined, to no purpose."

"You have my sympathies, ma'am," he said with more gentleness. "It is a truly tragic situation. But I fail to see how I can be of any assistance to you. To be with child is not an illness. Your regular physician will give you all the aid that you require, and a midwife will attend you during your confinement."

Marianne spoke for the first time, her voice low and clear. "I do not wish to bear the child, Sir Herbert. It is conceived as a result of an event which I shall spend the rest of my life trying to forget. And its birth would ruin us all."

"I well understand your situation, Miss Gillespie." He sat back in his chair, looking at her gravely. "But I am afraid that it is not a matter in which you have a choice. Once a child is conceived, there is no other course except to await its birth." The ghost of a smile touched his neat mouth. "I sympathize with you profoundly, but all I can suggest is that you counsel with your parson and gain what comfort you may from him."

Marianne blinked, her face painfully hot, her eyes downcast.

"Of course there is an alternative," Julia said hastily. "There is abortion."

"My dear lady, your sister appears to be a healthy young woman. There is no question of her life being in jeopardy, and indeed no reason to suppose she will not deliver a fine child in due course." He folded his fine sensitive hands- "I could not possibly perform an abortion. It would be a criminal act, as perhaps you are not aware?"

"The rape was a criminal act!" Julia protested desperately, leaning far forward, her hands, white-knuckled, on the edge of his desk.

"You have already explained very clearly why you have brought no charge regarding that," Sir Herbert said patiently. "But it has no bearing upon my situation with regard to performing an abortion." He shook his head. "I am sorry, but it is not something I can do. You are asking me to commit a crime. I can recommend an excellent and discreet physician, and will be happy to do so. He is in Bath, so you may stay away from London and your acquaintances for the next few months. He will also find a place for the child, should you wish to have it adopted, which no doubt you will. Unless…?" He turned to Julia. "Could you make room for it in your family, Mrs. Penrose? Or would the cause of its conception be a permanent distress to you?"

Julia swallowed hard and opened her mouth, but before she could reply, Marianne cut across her.

"I do not wish to bear the child," she said, her voice rising sharply in something like panic. "I don't care how discreet the physician is, or how easily he could place it afterwards. Can't you understand? The whole event was a nightmare! I want to forget it, not live with it as a constant reminder every day!"

"I wish I could offer you a way of escape," Sir Herbert said again, his expression pained. "But I cannot. How long ago did this happen?"

"Three weeks and five days," Marianne answered immediately.