Thank you for the lovely response to the last chapter. I didn't really intend to get into writing a multi-chapter and I don't know how often I'll be able to write for this, but I wrote another one for now while I'm waiting to take my penicillin. Hope you like it. :)

"Well," Richard remarked dryly as he shut the door of his office behind himself, returning from showing the policeman out, "That was extremely helpful."

Isobel raised her head from examining the baby's face, bouncing her ever so slightly as she sat, trying to make sure she was off to sleep properly.

"What did he say?" she asked him quietly.

"It can be pretty much summed up as the police can only take responsibility for finding the mother," he replied, "We have to take responsibility for looking after her until her mother's found."

There was a pause.

"I don't mind that," Isobel admitted finally. "I mean, it's not exactly fair. But I don't mind."

Richard gave a sigh, sitting down behind his desk.

"The constable did point out that strictly speaking, she falls to your responsibility," he informed her, "As whoever left her clearly intended to leave her with you. Which I definitely think is unfair. Obviously, I would not expect you to care for her alone," he added.

"I don't mind," she told him again, after moment.

There was another pause.

"I'll take her to my house," she stated firmly, "It makes sense. I have all the things. Well, most of them, anyway, the big ones; the crib, the basket, she already in the blankets. I kept them all," she explained, "I never could throw them away. I wondered if they might be wanted for George, but of course the Abbey has everything from when the girls were little. They're old but they're all very good quality. Reginald and I, we didn't expect to only have one," she told him, her voice a little more than a whisper, "We bought things that we thought would last."

There was a silence, he did not know what to say. She realised, though, that she had made him uncomfortable, and cleared throat.

"Whoever left her wanted me to have her," she finished, a little more strongly than before, concluding her argument.

"Yes," he agreed quietly.

"If you could spare half an hour to help me get them all out of the attic that would be a great favour," she told him, her voice becoming a little more decisive again.

"Of course," he replied, swiftly, "You're certainly taking a load off my plate by doing this. It would have been more trouble than that to arrange a rota for the younger nurses to look after her here, for them as well as for me. I'm very grateful, Isobel."

"Nonsense," she replied, a smile forming on her lips as she brushed the smattering of fair hair on the baby's forehead with her thumb, "I don't mind. It doesn't matter. I want to do this," she told him, "I cannot see a child abandoned. I cannot."

He nodded slowly, then, a moment later;

"You're very welcome to anything you need from the hospital stores too," he told her, "Powdered milk, or anything else. Anything. And I'll come round to check on her every day, at first, if that's agreeable?"

"Of course it is," she replied.

There was a brief silence.

"Do you have time now to help me with the crib?" she asked, "That way, someone here can look after her and I can put her straight to bed when I get back."

"Yes, I should have," he replied, consulting his watch, "Morning rounds can wait ten minutes under such circumstances. I'm sure Nurse Brown will look after her for us."

"That reminds me," he told her as they stepped out of the hospital together, having left the baby in the care of a rather surprised Nurse Brown, "The policeman asked if she had a name."

Isobel snorted slightly.

"He does know abandoned babies aren't like lost cats, they don't turn up with little collars on?"

Richard gave a wry smile in reply.

"I think he meant did we have a name we wanted to give her."

"I think we should leave that to her mother, don't you?" she asked.

"That's presuming she's found," he pointed out.

"Yes, I know."

There was a pause.

"You know, it is usual to name an abandoned baby after someone connected with their rescue."

She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I've never been the sort to name a child after myself," she told him, "It's simply against my nature."

"No, and I don't suppose she could really carry Richard off."

She sceptical look turned to a smile now, and she gave a little laugh.

"Isobel," he asked softly, an idea occurring to him, wondering whether or not he should say it even as it passed his lips, "Say no if you want to, but-..."

"What?" she asked.

"Call her what you would have called your daughter."

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