‘I know miss,’ Mrs Cope cried and scurried of below stairs to return with a copper funnel that she used for pouring liquids into kilner jars or other containers. ‘It is clean miss, but I rinsed it out in any case with boiling water.’
Once Lucy and Mrs Cope had drip fed the best part of a teapot of hot tea into Collingwood through the copper funnel, Mrs Cope then disappeared back into the depths of her kitchen domain where she intended to boil up some shank of beef into a nutritious beef broth.
The doctor, Doctor Knott-Dyson duly arrived but proved to be worse than useless. He made a great play of examining Collingwood’s tongue and eyes, feeling his faint pulse – tut tutting to himself – treating the most deeply incised cuts and wounds on his body before prescribing a potion of his own co
