About the Author
BETTY NEELS sadly passed away in 2001.
As one of our best-loved authors, Betty
will be greatly missed, both by her friends
at Mills & Boon and by her legions of
loyal readers around the world. Betty was a
prolific writer and has left a lasting legacy
through her heartwarming novels, and
she will always be remembered as a truly
delightful person who brought
great happiness to many.
This special collection of Betty’s
best-loved books, are all available in
Large Print, making them an easier read
on your eyes, and ensuring you
won’t miss any of the romance in
Betty’s ever-popular novels.
The Betty Neels Large Print Collection
September 2007
Nanny by Chance
The Vicar’s Daughter
Henrietta’s Own Castle
The Hasty Marriage
October 2007
The End of the Rainbow
The Magic of Living
Roses and Champagne
Never While the Grass Grows
November 2007
Hannah
Heaven is Gentle
Once for All Time
Tangled Autumn
December 2007
No Need to Say Goodbye
Cruise to a Wedding
A Kind of Magic
The Final Touch
January 2008
A Match for Sister Maggy
A Winter Love Story
The Edge of Winter
The Fifth Day of Christmas
February 2008
Esmeralda
Grasp a Nettle
An Apple from Eve
At the End of the Day
March 2008
An Unlikely Romance
A Secret Infatuation
Dearest Love
When May Follows
April 2008
The Bachelor’s Wedding
Fate Takes a Hand
The Right Kind of Girl
Marrying Mary
May 2008
Polly
A Kiss for Julie
The Fortunes of Francesca
Making Sure of Sarah
June 2008
An Innocent Bride
Discovering Daisy
A Good Wife
Matilda’s Wedding
July 2008
Always and Forever
An Independent Woman
Dearest Eulalia &
The Doctor’s Girl
Emma’s Wedding
The Doctor’s Girl
Betty Neels
CHAPTER ONE
MISS MIMI CATTELL gave a low, dramatic moan followed by a few sobbing breaths, but when these had no effect upon the girl standing by the bed she sat up against her pillows, threw one of them at her and screeched, ‘Well, don’t just stand there, you little fool, phone Dr Gregg this instant. He must come and see me at once. I’m ill; I’ve hardly slept all night…’ She paused to sneeze.
The girl by the bed, a small mousy person, very neat and with a rather plain face enlivened by a pair of vivid green eyes, picked up the pillow.
‘Should you first of all try a hot lemon drink and some aspirin?’ she suggested in a sensible voice. ‘A cold in the head always makes one feel poorly. A day in bed, perhaps?’
The young woman in the bed had flung herself back onto her pillows again. ‘Just do as I say for once. I don’t pay you to make stupid suggestions. Get out and phone Dr Gregg; he’s to come at once.’ She moaned again. ‘How can I possibly go to the Sinclairs’ party this evening…?’
Dr Gregg’s receptionist laughed down the phone. ‘He’s got three more private patients to see and then a clinic at the hospital, and it isn’t Dr Gregg—he’s gone off for a week’s golf—it’s his partner. I’ll give him the message and you’d better say he’ll come as soon as he can. She’s not really ill, is she?’
‘I don’t think so. A nasty head cold…’
The receptionist laughed.
