any more.’
‘That’s for me to say.’
‘No. There are two sides to every bargain and I’ve just terminated my employment. And let me say that you made that very easy.’
‘Not so fast,’ he said at once. ‘I haven’t finished with you yet.’
‘But I have finished with you. Now you’re here, my job is finished—which is fortunate because, having met you, I have no desire to work for you. You can take that as final. Goodnight.’
From the look on his face she guessed that he had been about to give her the sack, and was furious that she’d gotten her word in first.
‘And may I ask if you expect me to give you a reference, Señora?’
‘You may do as you please. I’m never short of work. In short, Señor, I’m as indifferent to your opinion of me as you are to mine of you.’
That really annoyed him, she was glad to see.
‘I’ll just say goodbye to Catalina and Isabella,’ she said, heading for the bedroom door, ‘and then I won’t trouble you again.’
But when she entered Isabella’s room an alarming sight met her. The duenna’s plump form was tossing and turning, and her flushed face was twisted with pain.
Catalina was sitting on the bed. She turned quickly when Maggie entered. Her face was frantic.
‘She’s so ill,’ Catalina wailed. ‘I don’t know what to do. She won’t let me call a doctor.’
‘She needs more than a doctor,’ Maggie said swiftly. There was no telephone by the bed so she looked back to the sitting room and called, ‘Get an ambulance.’
‘What has happened?’ Sebastian asked, heading for her.
‘I’ll tell you later,’ she said impatiently. ‘Call the ambulance. Hurry!’
‘No,’ Isabella protested weakly. ‘I will be well soon.’
‘You’re in great pain, aren’t you?’ Maggie asked, dropping to her knees beside the bed and speaking gently.
Isabella nodded miserably. ‘It’s nothing,’ she tried to say, but the words were cut off by a gasp. Isabella clutched her side and her head rolled from side to side in agony. Sweat stood out on her brow.
Maggie hurried out. ‘I’ve called them,’ Sebastian said. ‘They’ll be here soon. You evidently think it’s serious.’
‘Earlier tonight she said it was a headache, but the pain seems to be in her side. It may be her appendix, and if it’s ruptured it’s serious.’
Catalina came flying out. ‘I don’t know what to do,’ she wept. ‘She’s in such pain, I can’t bear it.’
‘Pull yourself together,’ Maggie said, kindly but firmly. ‘It’s poor Isabella who has to bear it, not you. You shouldn’t have left her alone. No, stay there; I’ll go to her.’
She hurried back to the bedside. Isabella was moaning. ‘No hospital,’ she begged. ‘Please, no hospital.’
‘You must be properly looked after,’ Maggie said.
She began to talk softly to Isabella, sounding as reassuring as possible, but she couldn’t reach the old woman, who seemed maddened by terror at the mere word ‘hospital’. At last, to her relief, Maggie heard a knock at the outer door. Through a crack she could just see Sebastian admit the paramedics. But Isabella was now in a state of hysteria.
‘No,’ she screamed. ‘No hospital, please, no hospital!’
The next moment, Sebastian appeared. Maggie rose as he came to the side of the bed and took Isabella’s hands between his. ‘Now, stop this,’ he said in a gentle voice. ‘You must go to the hospital. I insist.’
‘They took Antonio there and he died,’ the old woman whispered.
‘That was many years ago. Doctors are better now. You’re not going to die. You’re going to be made well. Now, be sensible, my dear cousin. Do this to please me.’
She had stopped writhing and lay quietly with her hands in his. ‘I’m afraid,’ she whispered.
‘What is there to be afraid of, if I am with you?’ he asked, smiling at her.
‘But you won’t be there.’
‘I shall be with you all the time. Come, now.’
In one swift, strong movement he pulled back the bed-clothes and gathered her up in his arms, making nothing of her considerable weight. Isabella stopped fighting and put her hands trustingly around his neck as he lifted her from the bed and carried her out to where the paramedics had a stretcher. Maggie heaved a sigh of relief that somebody had been able to get through to her.
At last Isabella was settled on the stretcher, and the paramedics hurried away with her. Sebastian prepared to follow the little party, but in the doorway he stopped and looked back. ‘Come!’ he commanded Catalina.
The girl shuddered. ‘I hate those places.’
‘Never mind that. Do as I say. Isabella is our responsibility. She mustn’t be left alone without a woman’s comfort. These will be your duties in the future, and you may as well start now.’
Catalina looked helplessly at Maggie.
‘All right,’ Maggie sighed, recognising the inevitable. ‘I’ll come with you.’ She met Sebastian’s eyes. ‘I can always leave later.’
‘To be sure,’ he said ironically. ‘My bride will magically become strong-minded and responsible, won’t she?’
In the flurry of departure she didn’t need to answer this. Downstairs the paramedics eased Isabella gently inside the waiting ambulance. Sebastian followed, nodding towards a car just behind.
‘Follow us to the Santa Maria Infirmary,’ he said curtly. Maggie’s eyes widened at the name of the most expensive private hospital in London.
‘Of course,’ Catalina said, when they were seated side by side in the back of the chauffeur driven car. ‘Isabella is one of his family. He feels responsible for her.’
‘He must do if he’s gone in the ambulance,’ Maggie mused. ‘Most men would die, rather. But you should have gone, my dear.’
‘I hate sickness,’ Catalina wailed. She saw Maggie looking at her in exasperation and added shrewdly, ‘Besides, Sebastian is the one she wants. He makes her feel safe.’
‘Yes, I noticed.’
Maggie had been unwillingly impressed by the kindness and patience he had shown the old woman, and the way she had clung to him, as though to a rock. However overbearing Sebastian might be, he clearly took his patriarchal duties seriously.
At the Santa Maria Infirmary, doctors were waiting for Isabella. As they prepared to
