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was small and dark and inclined to stockiness. Yet there was a fierce inner concentration in her face, a sense of controlled excitement, which gave her a warmth the others lacked. She answered when civility required it, but she did not generate any remarks. Her own thoughts apparently consumed her.
    Eilish spoke sporadically, as if prompted by good manners, and in between her thoughts also filled her mind. Hester found herself looking at Eilish repeatedly, possibly because she was so beautiful it was natural to stare, but also because of a sadness she thought she could see through the thin mask of courtesy and interest.
    It was left to Oonagh and Mary to raise one agreeable, uncontentious subject after another.
    “How long does your journey take, Mother-in-law?” Deirdra asked, turning to Mary as soon as the main course was served.
    “About twelve hours,” Mary replied. “Although most of it I shall spend asleep, so it will feel much shorter. I think it is an excellent way to travel, don’t you, Miss Latterly?”
    “Indeed,” Hester agreed. “Although the little I saw of Scotland on my way here, I should imagine it is very beautiful to look at, especially at this time of the year.”
    “You will have to go back during the day on your return next time,” Mary suggested. “Then you can look out of the window all the way. If it doesn’t rain, it should be really very nice.”
    “I don’t know why you’re going,” Hector Farraline said, speaking for the first time. He had an excellent voice, rich in timbre, and even though a few of his words were slurred, one could tell that when he was completely sober his diction would have been beautiful—and with the faint lilt of the northern Scots, not the flatter Edinburgh accent of Mary’s speech.
    “Griselda needs her, Uncle Hector,” Oonagh said patiently. “It’s a very emotional time for a woman when she is expecting her first child. It is not unusual to feel unwell and a trifle apprehensive.”
    Hector seemed confused. “Apprehensive? Of what? Won’t they have the best possible care for her? I thought they were well-to-do … socially prominent family. That’s what young Connal said to me.”
    “Socially prominent! The Murdochs?” Mary said with sharp amusement, her silver eyebrows rising high, giving her face a startled look. “Don’t be absurd, my dear. They come from Glasgow. Nobody who matters has ever heard of them.”
    “They’ve heard of them in Glasgow,” Deirdra put in quickly. “Alastair says they are prominent, and certainly have a great deal of money.”
    Eilish flashed a smile at Hector, then lowered her eyes. “Mother said nobody who matters,” she said quietly. “I rather think that excludes all of Glasgow, doesn’t it, Mother?”
    Mary blushed very slightly, but she did not retreat. “Most of it, perhaps not quite all. I believe there are some quite agreeable areas a little to the north.”
    “Just so.” Eilish smiled down at the plate.
    Hector frowned. “Then why doesn’t she come home to have her child, where we can look after her? If there’s nobody who matters in Glasgow, what is she doing in London?” After that piece of eccentric logic he turned and looked at Mary, his eyes soft, his face confused and on the verge of anger. “You should stay here, and Griselda should come home and let her child be born in Scotland. Why doesn’t what’s-his-name—” His face creased up. “What is his name?” He looked at Oonagh.
    “Connal Murdoch,” she supplied.
    “Yes,” he agreed. “That’s right! Why doesn’t Colin Murdoch—”
    “Connal, Uncle Hector.”
    “What?” Now he was totally confounded. “What are you talking about? Why do you keep interrupting me and then repeating what I say?”
    “Have a glass of water.” Oonagh suited the action to the word and poured a tumbler for him, passing it across.
    He ignored it and sipped at his wine again. He did not continue. Hester had the strong impression he had