“Mornin’, my Lady!” he said.
She saw that he was a wiry-looking man getting on for middle-age with a perky manner, but a face that she felt she could trust.
“Good morning!” Aldora replied. “How is His Grace?”
“We’ve made him as comfortable as possible, my Lady, and the Captain’s gettin’ ready to extract the bullet.”
Almost as if Aldora had asked the question he went on,
“It’s only in the fleshy part of His Grace’s arm, thank God, but His Grace has already lost a lot of blood and I expect he’ll run a fever.”
Aldora knew that this was usual and she asked,
“I suppose you should find somebody to nurse him.”
As the man looked at her, she thought that there was a twinkle in his eyes, before he replied,
“I be thinkin’, your Ladyship, that you might be willin’ to do that!”
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