Chapter Sixteen
His lordship wants to give your father some herbs. We don’t know whether they will work or not, and he is completely dismissing my idea of cupping him,” Lady Rivers informed her daughter.
“I didn’t think cupping would do anything positive,” Miss Hemshawe said, coming up next to her father’s bed.
“It won’t,” Andrew concurred.
“And what are the herbs?” she asked.
“Either hawthorn berries or foxglove,” Andrew answered.
“And they are known to work?” she asked.
“There is research being done on them. They have been used in the past and have, at times, been found to work,” he answered honestly.
“At times!” Lady Rivers nearly shouted.
“My lady, as I explained, the research is still being done, but yes, they have been known to work—more often than not.”
“If the odds are in
