Patrick was gone.
Ambrose had watched as he had left the Duke’s room and walked past the sitting room without stopping. Shortly there after, she had heard the slam of the door to the servants’ stairway. And then she had seen no more of him. She had found a letter on the table, clearly outlining the instructions for the Duke’s care, and what she should do if its condition changed for the worse. There were names of several prominent positions she might contact with the problems. She could also contact them if the Duke persisted in his desire for a personal doctor. If his condition devolved into sterility, as if he heard, there might be some treatment for it that Patrick had not learned. Other opinions might also be sought. It was everything she would have walked from a truly dedicated doct
