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suspended in a somewhat childlike world. I did not deem it likely she would find any sort of position<br />
at all until the day the Secretary-General came calling. He wanted a British girl for his wife, he said.<br />
She required nursing. Some vague ailment that required the attentions of a fair-skinned attendant.”<br />
“But you said Adelaide was unfit for elevated employment,” Emma broke in. “And now<br />
you are suggesting she was trained as a nurse?”<br />
“Excuse me,” Miss Hoffman said, abruptly pushing to her feet. She walked to the edge<br />
of the portico and called out something to a couple of girls who were straggling toward the school<br />
and they halted obediently, then stooped to drag a heavy black hose to a new part of the field.<br />
“You speak Hindustani to your students?” Emma asked in surprise, when Miss Hoffman<br />
turned back.<br />
“Both Hindustani and English,” she answered. “The girls need to be equally capable in<br />
both languages, for who knows what sort of life they’ll be called to?”<br />
“Do some of them go into mission work as well?” Geraldine inquired.<br />
“Some,” Miss Hoffman said, plopping down in her chair so emphatically that Trevor<br />
noted there was something masculine in her movements. This is a strange business, he thought. She<br />
has the charm of things which do not try to be charming and yet there is an abruptness in her<br />
manner that is rather….well, he wouldn’t say she was unfeminine, for that sounded like a criticism.<br />
Perhaps it was more accurate to say that Leigh Anne Hoffman was a half-breed of sorts herself.<br />
She was not at all his type, his tastes leaning more toward dainty, ladylike girls of good<br />
family, which made it all the more strange that he couldn’t seem to stop staring at her. Perhaps his<br />
tastes were becoming more catholic as a result of his international travels - or perhaps he was<br />
merely having a bit of trouble shaking off the lingering effects of viewing the erotic wall. His mind<br />
kept drifting back to, of all things, the mosaic image of the woman’s face. The direct and almost<br />
challenging way she observed those who had come to observe her, her unapologetic smile of delight.<br />
It was not that she was merely doing what she was doing, it was that she appeared to be enjoying it.<br />
Demanding more of it, in fact, extending some sort of invitation which Trevor had briefly imagined to<br />
have been directed solely to him. The woman on the wall had the standard issue of female body<br />
parts, of course, but that was not the core of her appeal. Thanks to the whores of Whitechapel he had<br />
seen the bits and pieces often enough. But he had never seen that expression on an Englishwoman’s<br />
face.<br />
“It is hard for some of the girls to leave us,” Miss Hoffman was saying, all the while<br />
crossing and uncrossing her legs in a manner Trevor found most distracting. “This is the only home<br />
they have ever known, of course, and the alternatives are not always attractive. Faced with a choice<br />
of marriage to a junior officer they’ve scarcely met or genteel servitude in the homes of the Raj,<br />
perhaps it is not surprising that a few of them suddenly declare a devotion to Christianity just as they<br />
are on the cusp of leaving the school.”<br />
“This is what happened with Adelaide?” Geraldine asked. “She decided to become a<br />
nurse rather than leave the school and take her chances in the broader world beyond?”<br />
“She wasn’t really trained as a nurse,” Miss Hoffman said. “But then again, Mrs.<br />
Weaver wasn’t really sick. As I mentioned, white servants give a Bombay household a certain<br />
panache and within seconds of our interview I gathered that the Secretary-General was precisely the<br />
sort of old windbag who would gladly pay for that panache.”<br />
Geraldine had flushed at his unflattering summation of Anthony Weaver’s personality<br />
but, having met the man but once, Trevor suspected Miss Hoffman’s evaluation of his motive was<br />
accurate.