a masked ball at the Seymours’ tomorrow evening. Come with me to that and blow away a few cobwebs.’
‘Perhaps I might. I will send you word in the morning.’
Outside the sky was clearer and the stars were out. A vibrant endless heaven, Lytton thought, enjoying the fresh air. He had meant to stay at Edward’s, but suddenly wanted to be home.
Annabelle Smith was due tomorrow again at the ungodly hour of nine and he did not want to miss seeing her. That thought worried him more than any other.
This morning Belle did not take her basket. Instead she brought a book, tied in blue ribbon and inscribed. Rose stayed at home.
The Earl of Thornton was waiting for her in the entrance hall when she arrived at his town house. Today there was no other servant present and he took her coat and hat himself and hung them on the brass pegs to one side of the front door.
A gash across his temple was the first thing she noticed.
‘You have been hurt?’
‘Barely,’ he answered and swiped at his untidy fringe.
‘It looks like more than that to me, your lordship.’
‘Your patient is upstairs, Miss Smith.’
She smiled at the rebuke. ‘And your mother?’
‘Is behaving in her room.’
‘Did your sister eat anything yesterday?’
‘More than she has in weeks. She imagines you to be of the occult. A blooded witch, I think it was she called you.’
‘There is strength in such imagination.’
At that he laughed out loud and dipped into his pocket. A ten-pound note lay in his palm. ‘For you. You have done more in fifteen minutes for my sister than all the other physicians put together.’
‘Oh, I could hardly take that much, your lordship. Ten pounds is a fortune and more than many people in Whitechapel might make in a whole year.’
‘It is not for you, per se. I thought you told me yesterday you use your exorbitant fees for good in your parish.’
‘I would and I do, but...’
He simply leaned forward to extract the velvet purse from the pocket of her coat on the peg and slid it inside before returning it. She could do nothing but concur.
‘Thank you. I shall send you receipts for exactly what I have spent each penny upon. Your lordship.’ She added this after a few seconds.
They had reached his sister’s sitting room now, the place where Rose had waited yesterday, and he stopped.
‘I think you would do better to see my sister alone today.’
Taking a breath, Belle nodded and went in.
This morning Lady Lucy was not hiding from her, but sitting in her bed gazing out of the window. She looked small and thin and pale.
‘I hear you ate both lunch and dinner?’
The girl turned to her, anger in her eyes.
‘As I am not used to being threatened, I deduced it good sense to eat something, Miss Smith. Just in case.’
‘Then you would not mind if I read to you, either?’ Pulling the ribbons from the book, Belle sat unbidden on the seat at the side of the bed and opened the first page.
Mary, the heroine of this fiction, was the daughter of Edward, who married Eliza, a gentle fashionable girl, with a kind of indolence in her temper which might be termed negative good nature...
* * *
Half an hour later she stopped.
‘Who wrote this?’
Belle was heartened by the question. ‘Mary Wollstonecraft. The writer truly believed that feminine imagination could transport women from cruel circumstance.’
Silence abounded, the tick of a clock in the corner all that could be heard in the room.
‘I want to gift this book to you, Miss Staines. I hope we might discuss its possibilities next time I meet with you.’
‘When would that be?’
‘On Wednesday. That should allow you some time to come up with an opinion. An opinion I would value,’ she added, seeing the dark uncertainty in golden eyes.
‘I am not sure.’
‘Eat and read, that is all I ask of you. Food for the body and for the mind.’
‘How do you know my brother, the Earl of Thornton?’
‘I don’t, really.’
‘Where did you meet him?’
‘He came to my house in Whitechapel and asked me to visit you.’
‘He paid you?’
‘Very well. More than I am worth, probably.’
‘Are you always so honest?’
‘I find facing life head on is the best possible way of escaping difficulty.’
‘My mother would not think that way.’
‘Sometimes one needs to find confidence inside without being swayed by the influence of others.’
‘You talk like Thorn. Do you know that? He cajoles everyone to do his bidding and he is so clever he can always find the words. Mama says he is like our father, but I do not think this is true. He is a thousand times better.’
‘You love him?’
‘Everyone does. But he is as unhappy as I am.’
Lord, this conversation was going in ways she had no idea of and Annabelle hoped with all her heart that the Earl of Thornton was not outside listening.
‘Why are you so unhappy?’
The least she could do was to bring the focus back on her patient.
‘I have become a mere nothing.’
The heroine’s words from the book. Lady Lucy had been listening after all.
Belle lowered her voice. ‘Motherhood is the furthest thing from nothing that I know of.’
Her patient started at that and blanched noticeably. ‘Have you told him? My brother?’
