The Countess was propped up in bed and being tended to by Maisie, who was making a great deal of fuss of her ensuring that she had everything she needed.
“We’ll soon have you better, my Lady,” she cooed. “But you must stay where you are.”
Luella approached the bed and sank down on the edge of it. Her aunt, although still ghastly white, did look a little more comfortable.
“How are you feeling, Aunt Edith?”
“I am so grateful to the Viscount for taking us in,” she whispered. “You must thank him for me.”
“I have already done so.”
“He is from London, is he not? Is he one of the Mayfair Kenningtons?”
“I have not asked, but it is obvious that he is not born locally.”
“We are highly fortunate to have landed on his doorstep,” added Aunt Edith. “Frank Connolly will never find us here!”
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