Chapter 8The Duke came downstairs smiling.
The doctor had already left earlier, hurrying off to another pressing patient.
He had been with the Duke longer than either of them had expected because the doctor had considered that the wound inflicted by the bandit’s knife was deep enough to require a stitch.
He applied it deftly and it had caused the Duke little pain, but by the time the arm had been bandaged, the other wound cleaned and also bandaged, a certain amount of time had elapsed.
As the Duke reached the hall, one of the footmen came forward to say in French,
“The lady is waiting for you in the salon, monsieur.”
As he spoke, he opened the door into the sitting room.
It was a large, cool, very beautiful room and the Duke had brought some of his priceless pictures from Atherstone
