When Hugh had gone Maisie made a tour of the wards. Now she saw everything with new eyes: the walls they had painted themselves, the beds they had bought in junk shops, the pretty curtains Rachel's mother had sewn. She remembered the superhuman efforts that had been required of her and Rachel to get the hospital opened: their battles with the medical establishment and the local council, the tireless charm they had used on the respectable householders and censorious clergy of the neighborhood, the sheer dogged persistence that had enabled them to pull through. She consoled herself with the thought that they had, after all, been victorious, and the hospital had been open for eleven years and had given comfort to hundreds of women. But she had wanted to make a permanent change. She had seen this as the first of dozens of Female Hospitals all over the country. In that she had failed.
She spoke to each of the women who had given birth today. The only one she was worried about was Miss Nobody. She was a slight figure and her baby had been very small. Maisie guessed she had been starving herself to help conceal her pregnancy from her family. Maisie was always astonished that girls managed to do this--she herself had ballooned when pregnant and could not have hidden it after five months--but she knew from experience that it happened all the time.
She sat down on the edge of Miss Nobody's bed. The new mother was nursing her child, a girl. "Isn't she beautiful?" she said.
Maisie nodded. "She's got black hair, just like yours."
"My mother has the same hair."
Maisie reached out and stroked the tiny head. Like all babies, this one looked like Solly. In fact--
Maisie was jolted by a sudden revelation.
"Oh my God, I know who you are," she said.
The girl stared at her.
"You're Ben Greenbourne's granddaughter Rebecca, aren't you? You kept your pregnancy secret as long as you could, then ran away to have the baby."
The girl's eyes widened. "How did you know? You haven't seen me since I was two years old!"
"But I knew your mother so well. I was married to her brother, after all." Kate had not been as snobbish as the rest of the Greenbournes and had been kind to Maisie when the rest were not around. "And I remember when you were born. You had black hair, just like your daughter."
Rebecca was scared. "Promise you won't tell them?"
"I promise I won't do anything without your consent. But I think you ought to send word to your family. Your grandfather is distraught."
