There were some things Mary Crawley Talbot couldn't confess to anyone. She suspected even those who'd loved her with the most tolerance—Sybil, Anna, her dear Matthew, wouldn't understand why she didn't want to give Henry a son. It wasn't something she liked to consider, she knew it was beneath her and was also entirely beyond her control, but she felt it with every kick of every baby he'd given her. This time was no different. Winnie and Elizabeth were happy with George as the princely older brother and so would this next daughter be. Henry's Mary was not Matthew's.