‘I heard about that in the village. Well, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t. Heaven knows the place is large enough to swallow a dozen just as long as they’re not too noisy. Extra work for you, though.’
There was a movement at the door and Nicky came in. He said shortly: ‘Well, what’s the damage?’
Dr Grady glanced at him with shrewd eyes. ‘A slight stroke; nothing too worrying, I hope, a week’s rest should make it possible for your father to return home. He’ll need a nurse, I’ll see about that. Celine tells me he was asking for someone…’
‘He wants me to send for Oliver.’
Nicky frowned. ‘Oh, good old Oliver, everyone’s mainstay and prop,’ and at her enquiring look: ‘My cousin—he’s a doctor, worthy and dull. I suppose if Father wants him he’ll have to be sent for.’
‘I’ll stay here while you telephone,’ said Celine, ‘and would you ask Barney to come up and we’ll get your father into bed.’
‘OK, I suppose we’d better send for him. Let’s hope he can tear himself away from his precious patients.’
He went out of the room, leaving Celine vaguely unhappy.
‘Not much love lost there, presumably,’ said Dr Grady, and watched the ready colour creep into her cheeks.
‘He’s upset,’ she said softly, she didn’t meet his eyes. ‘Perhaps this cousin’s what he says—he sounds tiresome.’
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