Anything but a Gentleman (19 page)

‘Ah.’ His face became grave. ‘Now that’s a different story. The wound’s been cleaned and properly bound, but it isn’t the flesh wound it appears to be.’

Marianne swallowed. ‘That explains the fever.’

‘Yes. The bullet has gone through the shoulder, but unfortunately it grazed the bone on its way out. A splinter remains inside. It goes without saying that it will have to be removed.’ He hesitated. ‘Miss Travis, I know this is a lot to ask, but if I send for an assistant it could be an hour or more before one arrives, and the splinter needs to come out now.’

Marianne spoke calmly, though her face was white. ‘I will assist you.’

‘Thank you.’

Trudie, who had been standing beside the doctor with her hands on her hips all this while, shook her head, saying darkly, ‘Oh, no you don’t Miss Marianne. An unmarried lady in a gentleman’s bedroom? Your mama would turn in her grave.’

‘Mama would understand,’ returned Marianne, her concern for Luke making her speak sharply.

‘But will anyone else?’ argued Trudie. ‘You’re well liked in the neighbourhood, Miss Marianne, but it doesn’t do to try people too far. If anyone finds out you’ve been–’

‘No one will ever hear of it from my lips, I assure you,’ said Dr Moffat, ‘and I am sure no one will hear of it from yours. But I do need help, and I need it now.’

He turned back to Marianne. It had not escaped his notice that she was unnaturally calm, and he guessed from her white face and rigid demeanour that she was holding back some unusually strong emotion. As an intelligent man it did not take him long to work out what that emotion could be. Under the circumstances, he knew Marianne would want to be the one to help him in his task.

‘Well, I don’t like it,’ said Trudie, shaking her head. But knowing that Lord Ravensford was badly injured, and had been injured in the course of rescuing Master Kit, she allowed herself to be overruled. ‘Well, if it must be, it must. I’ll fetch you some hot water.’

‘Thank you, Trudie.’

Trudie bustled away and Dr Moffat entered Luke’s room, followed by Marianne.

The next few minutes were painful ones for all concerned. Marianne had to bite her lip as she assisted the doctor in removing the splinter from the wound, and Luke mercifully lost consciousness, only coming round when the deed was done.

‘Now, if you can just hold this pad to his shoulder,’ said the doctor, as he administered some laudanum to Luke for the pain. ‘And then if you can help me to bind it . . .’

Ten minutes later, Luke was laid back against the pillows, and Marianne saw with relief that he already seemed to be resting a little easier.

‘You made a good job of it the first time round,’ said Dr Moffat conversationally, ‘but now that you have seen me remove a splinter of bone you will know what to look for if you should have to deal with a shooting incident again.’

Marianne flushed.

‘Come, child. You didn’t think I would fail to recognise your handiwork – or your bandages.’ He smiled. ‘I don’t know how you were on hand to do it, nor is it my business to ask, but it’s lucky for Lord Ravensford you were there. He could have bled to death otherwise. Now, all you have to do is to make sure that these two young men get plenty of rest, and then I see no reason why they should not both make a full recovery. As for you, young lady,’ he said, standing up and surveying her professionally, ‘you, too, need rest. And no, don’t argue with me. You can do nothing to help either your brother or your - neighbour – if you are falling asleep on your feet. Let Trudie watch over them tonight, and then you can take over in the morning.’

Marianne was about to protest, but she swayed as she stood up and was forced to acknowledge that the doctor was right. She was of no use to anyone in her exhausted state, and she needed to be fresh if she was to nurse Luke - and Kit - back to health.

‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘And thank you for not asking what Lord Ravensford is doing here.’

‘My dear Marianne,’ he said, taking the liberty of using her name as he had known her since the day of her birth, ‘when one young man takes it into his head to go on a hotheaded expedition to rescue the woman he loves and another gentleman decides to help him, then nothing that follows would surprise me. But have no fear. No one will learn of anything I have seen or heard tonight. A doctor is used to being discreet.’ He closed his bag. ‘I will come back and see my patients in the morning.’

Marianne nodded and wearily showed him out. She returned to Luke’s room once more, to reassure herself that he was still resting easily, and then returned to her own room where, as soon as she had undressed herself and laid down in the four poster bed, she was asleep.

* * * *

The following morning, Marianne felt much refreshed. She was just about to ring for Trudie when the housekeeper bustled into the room, carrying a tray of steaming chocolate and freshly baked rolls.

‘Here you are, Miss Marianne. I’ve had the whole story from Henri, and after all you’ve been through in the last two days I’m not letting you out of that bed until you’ve eaten these rolls and drunk this chocolate.’

‘I would have told you,’ said Marianne sheepishly, ‘but when we got home I was so tired . . . ’ She was sorry that Trudie should have heard the truth from Henri, instead of from her own lips, but in a way it made things easier for her, now that Trudie knew everything that had happened.

‘Tired?’ snorted Trudie. ‘Is it any wonder? You and Master Kit! You haven’t changed! Still getting into scrapes.’ She gave an exasperated sigh. ‘You’re two of a kind, Miss Marianne, you’re both as bad as each other!’ With her hands on her hips she shook her head despairingly, exactly as she had done when Marianne and Kit had been children, and involved in a childhood prank. ‘What your papa will say when he finds out I dread to think.’

‘Do you know,’ said Marianne, sipping her chocolate, ‘I think it will be the making of him.’

‘Let’s hope so,’ said Trudie, throwing back the drapes. ‘Though Dr Moffat says your papa’s not to be told at once. Your father’s valet’s getting him used to the idea, telling him there’s a rumour abroad that Kit isn’t a gambler, but that he’s gone off to France to rescue Miss Adèle. Then, when your papa’s used to the idea, he’ll be told that Master Kit is safe and well.’

‘Yes.’ Marianne nodded as she took a delicious roll. ‘It will be less of a shock that way.’ She tried to eat the roll, but as she put it to her lips she shook her head. It was no good. She could not eat anything until she knew how Luke was. ‘Did he . . . ’ she began hesitantly. ‘Did he pass a peaceful night?’

‘If you mean Master Kit, then yes, he passed an untroubled night,’ said Trudie. ‘And if you mean Lord Ravensford,’ she said, giving Marianne a hard look, ‘then yes, he did the same.’

Marianne heaved a sigh of relief. As long as the fever didn’t return, then, provided he got a lot of rest, Luke should make a full recovery. It would take time, and careful nursing, but she meant to see he had plenty of both. ‘I will look in on him as soon as I am dressed.’

‘The doctor’s with him,’ said Trudie with satisfaction. She did not approve of her young mistress nursing an eligible gentleman, and was happy to confound Marianne, who, she knew, now that the danger was past, would not wish to intrude on the doctor.

‘Then I will sit with Kit until he leaves.’

And as soon as she was up and dressed, Marianne did just that.

‘So. You’ve decided to keep me company,’ said Kit cheerfully as his sister opened the door and went into the drawing-room.

‘I have been looking for you all over,’ she said in surprise. ‘I was expecting to find you in your room, not down here. You should be in bed.’

‘Not so!’ Kit smiled. ‘Dr Moffat’s pronounced me fit to take my ease downstairs.’

‘Well, as long as you remain on the
chaise longue
, I suppose it will be all right,’ said Marianne doubtfully. ‘But woe betide you if I see you walking around!’

She sat down next to him, on an elegant Sheraton chair, and looked at him with affection. His hard features seemed to have softened since the last time she saw him, and there was an air of contentment about him that she had never witnessed before. ‘I was coming in here to scold you, but I see you are irrepressible, and I will just be wasting my time. So now, instead, I will hug you,’ she said, suiting her actions to her words. ‘And thank God you are home.’

Kit stroked her hair, his arms around her, and then suddenly ruffled the raven ringlets and punched her playfully on the shoulder. Marianne laughed, and their habitual camaraderie was restored.

‘So, you were going to scold me, were you?’ asked Kit, with a humorous lift at the corner of his mouth. ‘You have no idea what I intended to say to
you
! Stowing away on a ship, coming over to France, frightening the life out of Trudie –’

‘I didn’t mean to do that,’ said Marianne, suddenly contrite. ‘I would have liked to have given her some warning of our arrival, instead of turning up on the doorstep when she thought I was at the Cosgroves’. Particularly as I had a party of men in tow. But it was just not possible.’

‘Has she scolded you yet?’ he asked with a gleam in his eye.

‘Yes,’ she admitted with a lift at the corner of her own mouth.

 ‘Good! Then you have been told off for you exploits, and I have been told off for mine. It is quite like being children again, isn’t it, Mari?’

She laughed. ‘In a way. But children don’t tell their families they have run up a fortune in gambling debts, and then go to rescue people from the Revolution,’ she remarked with raised eyebrows.

Kit sighed, and shifted his injured leg.

‘Now that was not well done of me. I confess I almost didn’t go through with it. But I could think of no other way. It seemed better in the end to let you think I was a wastrel than to have you worrying I might be dead.’

Marianne nodded. ‘I hate to admit it, but I think you were right. If I’d known you’d gone to rescue Adèle, I wouldn’t have had one peaceful night’s sleep until you were safely back. But it has been very bad for Papa.’

Kit sombred. ‘Yes. I’ve heard. Tom told me he’s become a recluse. Is it true, Mari?’

Marianne sighed. ‘Yes. He took to his room several months ago. It was with a cold, at first, and I thought he would be up and about again in no time, but his lowness of spirits persisted even when his cold had gone. I called Dr Moffat, who said he just needed time to recover his strength, but somehow it never came back. And alone in his room he brooded, so that his spirits became lower all the time. It was a vicious circle in the end. The more he brooded, the more despondent he became, and the more despondent he became the more incapable of became of leaving his room. And the more he stayed in his room, the more he brooded . . . ’

Kit frowned. ‘I’m sorry for it. I really didn’t think it would hit him that hard.’

‘I think, for Papa, it would have been better if he had known the truth. He would have worried, and he would have forbidden you to go, but he would not have lost hope when you had left. It broke his spirit to know, or think, that his son and heir was a gambler.’

Kit nodded. ‘What I did, I did for the best, but even so . . . However, there’s no point dwelling on the past. What’s done is done. And besides, when Papa learns the truth I hope to find it will restore his health.’

‘I think it will,’ said Marianne. ‘Especially,’ she said with an innocent look, ‘when you tell him that you are to marry Adèle.’

Kit’s eyebrows rose. ‘And what makes you think that?’

She twinkled at him. ‘Are you trying to deny it?’

He laughed, warmly and happily. ‘Not I. But there remains a formality. In all the confusion I have not had an opportunity to ask her yet. Once my leg is better I mean to take her out to our tree house and ask her to be my wife.’

‘The tree house. Where we all used to play as children. That’s a good idea.’

 ‘I want to make our betrothal unique,’ agreed Kit. ‘So, no more talk of this until we are safely engaged.’

Marianne put her finger to her mouth in a gesture from their childhood. ‘My lips are sealed.’

‘But I am not the only one to be teased on such a subject,’ he said with mock innocence. ‘It seems to me you have a secret of your own.’

She suddenly sobered. ‘I . . . I don’t know what you mean,’ she said hesitantly.

‘You and Luke. No, don’t deny it. I saw your face when he was shot. You’re in love with him, aren’t you, Mari? Or if you’re not, you should be. Luke’s a bit rough around the edges, perhaps, but all the more exciting for that. Or so most young ladies think,’ he teased.

‘Don’t,’ she said, a shadow crossing her face.

He looked at her curiously. ‘I’m not wrong, am I, Mari?’ he asked, worried.

‘Yes . .. no . . . that is . . . You go too fast. I have not said that I am in love with Luke, and even if I was, I would not know whether he loves me . . . ’

‘Men don’t jump in front of bullets for women they don’t love,’ said Kit reasonably. ‘But if you wish me to say nothing more, then I won’t mention it again. At least, not until you give me leave.’

Marianne gave a lopsided smile. ‘I can’t keep anything from you, can I?’

‘No, little sister.’

The door opened, and Adèle tripped in.

‘Adèle. My love.’ Kit’s face lit up as he saw his pretty
amour
.

The petite brunette blushed charmingly and went over to Kit’s side, taking his proffered hand. ‘Kit. Trudie told me you were out of bed. But should you be down ‘ere? What did the doctor say?’

‘He said that I may take my ease downstairs provided I don’t tire myself,’ said Kit, repeating the words he had said to Marianne, but this time with an unmistakeably lover-like warmth.

It did Marianne’s heart good to see it. Kit’s love for Adèle, and Adèle’s for him, was lovely to see. 

‘Ah. Good. Then I will have to sit with you and make sure you follow his instructions,’ smiled Adèle, in her excellent English.

‘For as long as Trudie allows it,’ said Kit, plainly having forgotten Marianne’s existence in his happiness at being with Adèle. ‘She read me a lecture this morning about compromising you, and told me we must be chaperoned whenever we want to sit together.’