The midwife knew she would hardly be able to get to the house at the speed a young person could get there. That was the reason why she asked for Jocelyn's help. Staying behind for just enough time to pick up some more linens and close the clinic, the midwife tried to follow the man and her apprentice. She soon gave up and kept going on her own pace, since she already knew where the house was.<br/><br/>As the midwife tried to catch up, the patient's husband lead Jocelyn to the house. He pushed the tub of water into her hands and stayed out of the bedroom, saying all the prayers he could think of in the hopes that his wife and children made it safely through childbirth. In the bedroom, the young mother-to-be seemed just as scared as her husband. The sight of someone coming to help, though, made her calm down a little. It was obvious she was in pain, and as Jocelyn checked on her, it became eve more obvious that there was not much time.<br/><br/>For Jocelyn's relief, it would prove to be a relatively easy childbirth. The mother was healthy, and followed the apprentice's instructions as to when to breathe and when to push. The babies were healthy and strong, and things went on faster than could be expected. As the mother held her two boys and the father - now invited in the room - looked at the three of them with loving eyes, the midwife patted Jocelyn on the back. "Well done, child. You would have a future in this if it wasn't for your marriage."<br/><br/>While at the patient's house everything seemed quiet and peaceful now, at the manor things seemed more chaotic than earlier. One of the servants had been sent out for the physician, and had returned with him to a very grumpy master. The other one was still out gathering information on the single young ladies in town.<br/><br/>The conversation the young master of the manor had with the physician, requesting something for severe pain and refusing to be examined, would probably not be a good thing for his reputation around the town. The physician, Doctor Allerton, a somewhat elderly gentleman, was an old friend to the midwife, so she would be the first one to hear the juicy story about the new resident. As soon as the two women headed back to the clinic, the man would already be waiting by the door. He greeted both of them and started his story as they took care of the used linens.<br/><br/>"So, my friend, I have been called to see the new master of the manor, you know...", he started, finding himself a seat. "A very strange character, if I may say. Asked me if I could prescribe something for severe pain, but did not tell me where the pain was, what it was due to, and did not even allow me to examine him."