fifty of those years. The old man had brought Burke into the world and for that, Burke was profoundly grateful. Heâd also thought Dr. Arkwright long dead and blurted out as much.
âNot yet,â said Dr. Arkwright, giving Burke a nearly toothless grin. âIâm retired, but the Rendel stable lad caught me fair and square. Being I was so close, I thought it silly to send the lad on for Mark Brody. You know Brody, donât you?â
âYes, I met him three years ago when he first came.â Burke then told the doctor what happened.
âArielle Leslie, poor little girl. Well, lad, letâs take a look. What were you doing with her anyway?â
Good question, thought Burke, but he didnât reply, merely walked more quickly toward Arielleâs room.
âSheâs grown up,â said Dr. Arkwright as he stared down at Arielle. âWell, my dear, open your eyes and tell me where you hurt.â
Arielle said only, âMy head. Dreadful. Please make it stop.â
Dr. Arkwright grunted. âI approve a woman of few words. Now, open your eyes, thatâs it, and tell me how many fingers Iâm holding up.â
Burke stepped back, saying nothing, watching the old man efficiently treat Arielle. Oddly, Dr. Arkwright turned to Burke after a few minutes, saying, âI canât give her any laudanum just yet. Concussion. Wake her up every couple of hours and ask her who she is and where she is. In eight hours or so, some laudanum. Iâll leave instructions.â
Dorcas finally regained her senses. âHis lordship doesnât live here. He merely brought her home.â
Dr. Arkwright looked at Burke, then grunted again. âSo thatâs the way of it, hmm?â
Burke found himself leaving with Dr. Arkwright. âYouâre certain sheâll be all right?â
âIf I didnât think so, I wouldnât be leaving. Donât be such a fool, my boy. The chit will be singing songs in her bath by tomorrow morning. If you were her husband, youâd be there to sing with her.â
âThatâs true enough,â said Burke. âIt scared me witless when she flew over her horseâs head.â
âNatural enough reaction,â said Dr. Arkwright. âSheâs a beauty. I wondered how sheâd turn out. Havenât seen her for three years, you know; last time was just before Sir Arthur died. I suppose youâll be back tomorrow to see her?â
Burke nodded. He watched Dr. Arkwright climb into his small brougham and leave.
âIs she all right?â
âYes, Geordie, sheâll be fine. Dr. Arkwright swears it. Youâll keep an eye out, wonât you?â
âAye, that I will. The lass promised me some haggis, and Iâll remind her about it tomorrow morning.â Geordie scratched his head. âOld Philfer can be got around.â
Burke didnât want to leave, but he couldnât find another choice for himself. Finally he returned to Ravensworth Abbey and spent a very long afternoon and night.
âIs she singing yet?â was his first question when he greeted Dorcas the following morning.
The old woman smiled, and Burke saw she was missing almost all her back teeth. âVery nearly. Do you wish to see her, my lord?â
Burke couldnât believe it. Everyone in Arielleâs employ seemed eager to promote him. Only Arielle was fighting tooth and nail. âCertainly,â he said, all calm and confident, and followed Dorcas up the stairs.
âYou were with Arielle since she was a child, were you not?â
âYes, a sweetheart she was, open and chatty and clean of spirit, if you know what I mean.â
âA pity she changed.â
âWhat can you expect? It was bound to have happened. Ah, lovey, Iâve a visitor for you.â
She turned in the doorway and motioned to Burke. He heard Arielle call out, her voice harsh and wary, âNo, Dorcas. Please, I donât wish to
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