The midwife let out a sigh. That girl was a hard one to deal with. She should just make herself unhappy with those ideas. Her marriage to Edgar was a fact, it was bound to happen. So why in God Almighty's name couldn't she just face reality and move on? Jesus, it was like talking to a stubborn child, wasn't it?<br/><br/>When Jocelyn asked about the pregnant maid, the doctor thought for a moment. "I would say about halfway along. I did not receive permission to examine her. I believe she will feel more comfortable being looked at by a midwife." The man shook his head. "It is irrelevant, in truth, but the lower classes still carry this silly prejudice."<br/><br/>As the girl made her little speech, both the doctor and the midwife looked at her as though she had just grown a second head. The midwife took a moment to catch her breath and find her voice. "Are you insane? You are not doing such a thing, child!" The woman seemed really alarmed. "You do not know this man! He may be some sort of a maniac! He may even harm you!" The woman took a deep breath and thought for a moment. "But you may have a point. He should be instructed as for the necessary care a woman with child must have. But I will be going with you. It is not proper for a young girl to go to a strange man's house alone. You are not to go on your own. Do you understand, child? We shall both go in the morning. Is that understood?"