to send out the carriage without delay in order to collect her. The roads are still passable at present, but this, I fear, will soon not be the case. The wind is strengthening as we speak, and drifts will not be long in forming. Which reminds me,’ she added, turning to the post-boy who, having been relieved of the strenuous task of carrying his lordship, had remained in the hall. ‘You must return to town while you’re still able. Secure rooms at the posting-house, and there await my further instructions.’
Finally, Annis focused her attention on her personal maid, who had witnessed proceedings with an appreciative gleam in her kindly eyes for the no-nonsense and dignified manner in which her young mistress had conducted herself in what might have turned out to be a most embarrassing situation.
‘Ensure our overnight bags and my small travelling case are removed from the post-chaise, Dish. Naturally, we cannot think of leaving before Miss Greythorpe returns. No doubt she would appreciate an explanation of how it came about that a complete stranger took it upon herself to convey his lordship back to his home in a post-chaise and four.’
The light of battle replaced the appreciative gleam in Disher’s eyes when the butler looked as if he was about to proffer an alternative suggestion. ‘She’ll appreciate your presence here a deal more if the doctor is unable to visit, Miss Annis. Leastwise, we can see to it that his lordship is as comfortable as may be until the doctor arrives. I’ll take a look at him first if you’re agreeable?’
‘By all means do so, Dish, once you’ve supervised the removal of those bags necessary for our comfort from the carriage,’ Annis urged her. ‘I, in the meantime, intend to await Miss Greythorpe’s return.’ She turned her attention to the butler once more, her own eyes now flashing a challenge. ‘But not in this hall.’
Annis didn’t doubt that even though the iron ruler of the household staff must be troubled by recent events, not to mention puzzled by her unexpected arrival on the scene, he had by this time made up his mind that his lordship’s somewhat unconventional rescuer was, if nothing else, clearly the daughter of a gentleman, for he didn’t hesitate to show her into a small, homely parlour, where Annis wasn’t slow to take advantage of the chair placed by the comfort of a roaring fire, before divulging her full name, and then enquiring his own.
‘Yes, Dunster, I should very much appreciate a dish of tea while I await Miss Greythorpe’s return,’ she promptly replied, after the butler, thawing marginally, had responded to her question and then had made the offer of refreshment. ‘But nothing to eat, I thank you. With luck your mistress will not be long delayed. Then I shall make my way back to town as soon as may be, and eat my dinner there.’
Although her voiced desire to be gone from the Manor without undue delay, thereby not attempting to take advantage of his lordship’s hospitality, had won her a further flicker of approval from the punctilious retainer, Annis wasn’t unduly surprised to be forced to revise her plans a short time later when, having been furnished with the promised refreshment, she was informed that her presence was required immediately in the master bedchamber.
Dunster took it upon himself to act as escort. Whether this singular honour had been bestowed upon her out of deference, or a simple desire to keep a watchful eye on the many valuable items of silver and porcelain to be found gracing various positions en route, Annis wasn’t at all sure. Nor, for that matter, did she care too much, for she took little interest in the richness of her surroundings, wanting only to answer the summons that she was well aware would not have been issued unless necessary.
One glance at his lordship’s arm justified the trust she placed in her maid’s judgement. ‘Yes, Dish,’ she said, settling herself on the edge of the richly draped four-poster bed, the better to examine the injury. ‘There are some threads embedded in the wound. My tweezers, if you please.’
‘I didn’t dare risk probing myself, Miss Annis, not with my eyes,’ Disher admitted. ‘And the wound looks as though it could turn uncommon nasty if mauled about unnecessarily.’
‘It’s certainly inflamed, Dish. But it’s still little more than a scratch, thank goodness! And at least I’ve been spared the necessity of having to probe for a piece of lead shot.’
Out of the corner of her eye Annis saw the butler and another male servant, whom she supposed must be his lordship’s valet, exchange startled glances, as though amazed that ‘a mere slip of a girl’ would ever contemplate attempting such a thing, and smiled to herself before returning her full attention to the injured arm.
‘That’s as much as can be done for the present,’ she announced, a few moments later, after successfully extracting the threads, thoroughly cleansing the inflamed area, and binding the wound up deftly. ‘Has he regained consciousness at all, even for a moment?’
‘Not since he was carried into this chamber, ma’am,’ the valet volunteered. ‘His lordship did not so much as stir when we removed his clothes and placed him in his nightshirt.’
Although not altogether happy to learn this, Annis betrayed none of her concerns as she turned to her maid. ‘I’ll remain with him for the present, Dish. You rest for a while and partake of refreshments. I’m sure Dunster, here, will kindly see to it that you are made comfortable.’
His slight bow in acknowledgement was sufficient to assure Annis that he was prepared, at least for the time being, to leave someone who had shown such presence of mind, and a certain degree of knowledge, in charge of the sickroom. All the same, she had no desire to give the impression that she had any desire to rule the roost, and so requested him to send word the instant his lordship’s sister returned.
The valet, eager, seemingly, to undertake his normal duties, was not slow to follow the others from the room, shaking his head as he did so, while bemoaning the damage to his master’s superbly tailored coat and expensive linen, leaving Annis free to study his lordship in private for the first time.
His straight-limbed and well-muscled physique clearly revealed a life of comfort, but certainly not one of overindulgence. A second and much closer perusal of his physiognomy did not persuade her to change her former opinion. His features, though undeniably regular, were too sharply defined for him to be considered handsome, though a generous breadth of forehead suggested strongly that he wasn’t lacking intelligence. Although her godmother, Lady Pelham, had mentioned that he had attained the age of thirty in recent weeks, there wasn’t a surfeit of lines about the eyes and mouth, which might well indicate, Annis thought, that he was a gentleman not given to smiling much. It did not automatically follow, though, that he went out of his way to be disagreeable or was totally lacking in humour, and it would be a mistake to assume that this might be so.
Leaning forward, she placed her fingers gently over that deep furrow between coal-black brows, further evidence, she quickly decided, of a serious bent rather than a frivolous one. But of nothing more, she reiterated silently, striving to keep an open mind.
Conscious all the while of the dry, yet not excessive, heat rising steadily through her fingers, she turned her head to gaze absently through the window at the slowly increasing pile of snowflakes gathering on the sill and the now totally white landscape beyond, before returning her attention to her patient, and discovering herself the recipient of a steady, albeit slightly puzzled, gaze.
‘Welcome back, sir,’ she said gently, while removing her hand and rising from the bed. ‘Do you recognise your surroundings?’
‘I do… But I cannot say the same for you, ma’am.’
‘Nor should you,’ Annis responded, instantly liking the husky timbre of the cultured, masculine voice. ‘Suffice it to say that you sustained a fall from your horse and it was I who took it upon myself to return you to your home.’
There was a slight grimace as he raised one of his black brows a fraction. ‘An angel of mercy, I perceive!’
Annis couldn’t forbear a smile at the thread of scepticism she clearly discerned. ‘I have been called many things in my time, sir, but an angel has never numbered amongst them until now.’ She became serious again. ‘How do you feel? As though you have been kicked by a mule, I dare swear.’