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A Man and Three Maids
BOOK I CHAPTER THREE
After leaving Paula's establishment, Charles at once took a carriage back to Bournemouth. Although it was normally a tiring journey, this time he found it quite pleasant. Paula and the boy had entertained and served him well and he had his dreams to serve him now whether waking or sleeping.
On his arrival at the mansion, he found the house in a great state of frenzied activity. One of the servants hurried to inform him that his wife was already in labor and that the midwife was with her.
Retiring to his study, Charles sent a servant to bring hot rum. While he waited, he amused himself with a glass of port. From time to time, he heard the screams of his wife and wished she would be more restrained about it.
“How long has that uncommon fuss been going on?” Charles asked the maid in obvious exasperation when she returned with his drink.
“It must be the greater part of an hour,” the young woman replied with a look of great pain on her face. “The poor missus is having a difficult time, I fear.”
“She's having a damn noisy one, if you ask me,” Charles answered with obvious lack of sympathy. “Will it be at an end soon?”
It was over quite soon. Before he had consumed the drink, a servant entered the room. From the downcast manner in which she carried her head, Charles knew that all was not well. His heart went heavy with fear.
“Has my child been born?” he roared.
“Yes, sir. It's your wife, sir.” “What do you mean, my wife?” he roared even more loudly this time.
“Sir,” she stumbled in an effort to find the right words, “Your son is strong and well, but your wife is dead.”
With a curse that rocked the room and sent the maid fleeing in terror, Charles threw his cup against the stones of the massive fireplace.
“Son,” he cursed, “Son, I wanted a daughter.”
Charles Clifford Edward Carstairs became very drunk that day and remained in his drunken state for many days beyond. He continued to rant and roar and kept the entire staff in fear and trembling for many days.
When finally he returned to a conscious form, his wife had already been buried.
So my dear wife deceived me and produced a son, he mused as he strode back and forth across the book-lined library. Well, I shall have my revenge on both of them and achieve my satisfaction at the same time.
It was during this mood of despair and anger that Charles formulated the plan of making his son a completely submissive creature and employing just the right woman to dominate the life of the boy completely.
End of Book One