you.’
‘I think you do. Unless—’ his blue eyes pierced hers ‘—you wish to fetch the doctor yourself?’
‘The landlord will do it.’ Mama probably did need a doctor.
‘The landlord cannot leave his inn. And we saw his manservant riding off as we arrived.’
‘Gone to the market,’ confirmed the landlord gloomily. ‘Won’t be back ’til nearly sundown.’
Her mother had closed her eyes and seemed to be concentrating on breathing slowly. Juliana bit her lip. She knew herself to be at a standstill.
‘Quite.’ There was satisfaction in the soldier’s tone. Juliana looked at him. Was that a gleam of enjoyment in his eyes? She stood straighter, then addressed the other soldier, the sandy-haired one.
‘Sir, might I request your assistance?’ She ignored the arrogant soldier completely. ‘I would be grateful if you could fetch the doctor to assist my mother.’
His eyes bulged. ‘Anything! I am at your service!’ He bowed. ‘Lieutenant Roderick Evans, of the Thirtieth Foot.’
Juliana inclined her head. ‘I am Miss Milford. My mother, Mrs Milford.’
He gestured towards his friend, as protocol demanded. ‘Captain Harry Fanton, also of the Thirtieth.’
Captain Fanton bowed ironically. She wasn’t sure how he managed it, but the bow was definitely ironic. Stop! She should be concentrating on Mama. She rubbed her mother’s white hands, speaking softly to her.
‘Mama, this gentleman will fetch the doctor. All will be well.’
‘No! I do not need to see a doctor. I am well.’
Juliana looked at her closely. In truth, her mother did look a little better. She bade Lieutenant Evans wait, then sat by Mama’s side for a few minutes. She closed her eyes. Slowly, the colour began to return to her cheeks. Juliana’s own heart also began to calm a little.
Her mother opened her eyes, a frown appearing as she realised she was being watched by the two soldiers and the landlord. All bore similar expressions of concern, but Juliana was conscious that Mama would hate to be the focus of attention. She turned to Juliana, her eyes pleading. ‘I am ready, Juliana. I wish to travel on. Let us go to the coach.’
‘If you are certain, Mama, then we will go.’ At least in the carriage, her mother would be safe from the kind eyes of strangers. But what if she were truly ill? Oh, how Juliana wished she knew what to do!
Mrs Milford stood, though slowly and carefully. Seeing it, Juliana frowned.
Captain Fanton still looked concerned. ‘Mrs Milford, may I enquire—were you ill during the crossing?’
‘Indeed I was, Captain. The crossing was very rough, you see.’
‘Then let me advise you. Stay in Dover tonight. The worst thing you can do is to travel onwards by carriage. It will remind you too much of the movement of the sea.’
‘Oh, but Juliana says we need to travel on tonight. Our rooms are booked in an inn twenty miles from here.’
‘Twenty miles!’ His jaw set. ‘I am concerned you are not well enough to travel.’
Juliana felt her anger rise. How dare he interfere? What did he know of her mother or their needs? She was having trouble enough trying to decide what was best, without an interfering stranger trying to influence Mama!
‘I thank you, sir...’ her voice dripped with contempt ‘...but we have no need of your advice. Or your concern.’
He sent her a cold look. ‘I intended no insult. I meant only to help.’
Mrs Milford spoke, shakily. ‘Thank you for your kindness, Captain Fanton, but I am quite well.’
Juliana bit her lip. Mama was not recovered, it was clear, and that insufferable man might be right. Her mother would surely benefit from a quiet evening in the inn, rather than a long coach journey, but how was she to back down now?
‘Landlord, we shall retire once more to your parlour. You may tell the coachman to wait. Lieutenant, I should be grateful if you would fetch the doctor.’
‘Oh, no, Juliana, but we must travel on. Our room is reserved and if we do not leave soon we shall be too late.’
‘We shall discuss it in private, Mama.’
‘Landlord! Do you have another chamber free—one suitable for these ladies?’ Captain Fanton took it upon himself to question their host. Juliana’s fury increased. Really!
The landlord confirmed it.
Captain Fanton addressed Mrs Milford. ‘We can vouch for the rooms here in the King’s Head, for we have stayed here many times.’ He glanced at Lieutenant Evans, who shuffled in discomfort, clearly unwilling to be drawn into the battle of wills between his commanding officer and a young lady they had never met before.
Juliana was now fuming. This was intolerable interference! What business was it of his what they did?
‘If I wish for your opinion, on inns, or any other matter, then I shall ask for it!’ She sent him a daggered glance, then turned back to her mother. ‘Mama, come with me to the parlour.’
Mrs Milford, always polite, thanked the two men before allowing Juliana to take her arm and lead her from the taproom. Juliana ignored them.
The landlord followed them back to the parlour, where Juliana immediately saw Mama settled again in the chair beside the fire. She then quizzed the landlord on all the possible inns in the area. None, it seemed, would suit their purposes, either being full, as far as he knew, or unsuitable for the Quality.
‘Then we have no choice. We must stay here.’
The landlord, who had clearly been troubled by the altercations between the fiery young lady and Captain Fanton, confirmed this with an air of resignation.
‘You may tell the coachman to return in the morning. We require a chamber with two beds, and I shall inspect the sheets.’ He nodded resignedly and left, in his haste omitting to close the door behind him.
Juliana turned to her mother. ‘How are you feeling now, Mama?’
‘Much, much better. Juliana, I do wish we had travelled on.’
‘Captain Fanton did not advise it.’ There was a hard edge to Juliana’s voice.
‘Did you dislike the Captain? I thought him a charming young gentleman. So obliging!’
‘I did not find him charming in the least! In fact, I found him conceited, rude and arrogant! He had no business interfering in—’
She broke off, as the object of her tirade appeared in the doorway, her mother’s reticule in his hand.
‘Mrs Milford, I believe you dropped this.’ Captain Fanton’s voice dripped with ice, his jaw set into a hard line. His eyes, connecting with Juliana’s,
