Page 7 of Seduced by an Irresistible Lady
“Oh,” the Baroness said softly, “I thought it was something serious.”
“Do you still feel weak?” Helena asked.
“Just a bit; my head still aches,” her sister answered.
Helena walked to her sister’s side and sat on the bed beside her. The heat from her fever radiated to Helena.
“Where is Melanie?” she asked her mother.
“She went off with her friends. They went to one of their houses. I’m not sure which one,” the Baroness replied.
“I hope they took a coach and a driver.”
“Of course, they did.”
Helena placed her palm on her sister’s neck. It was as hot as she expected.
“Why are you up? I expected you to still be lying in bed,” Helena said to her younger sister.
“I am tired of lying down. That’s why I haven’t used the potion the doctor gave me. He said it’ll help me sleep,” Miss Jacqueline responded in a tired sounding voice.
Helena nodded her head and reminded herself to force her sister to drink it before she left the room.
“I wanted to ask, Mother, how did we come to hire this particular physician?” Helena asked.
Her mother smiled.
“He was Dr Terry’s assistant. Dr Terry Agar? Do you remember him?” her mother asked.
“The doctor who was really old. I think you told me he had passed away.”
“Yes, he has. He died a few months back. Well, Dr Frederick Cooper was his assistant. He was already a doctor, but I think he wanted to gain expert knowledge from a trusted doctor who had spent decades treating people of the ton. The few times we needed a doctor, you will remember that we used Dr Terry. Well, he had advised that in the advent he wasn’t around, we use Dr Frederick,” her mother said.
Helena nodded her head.
“He’s pretty young right?” Miss Jacqueline said.
Helena nodded again. The Baroness smiled.
“Why are you smiling?” she asked her mother.
“I like it that you are so taken with the doctor,” her mother said.
There was a loud gasp from Miss Jacqueline. Helena rolled her eyes and shook her head vigorously.
“I am not,” she contended.
“I guess you think I’m too straitlaced to admit that to me; you wouldn’t be shaking your head if Lavinia had said that.”
“I daresay I would,” Helena said.
Miss Jacqueline giggled, which drew a look from Helena.
“Well, my point is this. He is a highly thought of physician. He is cultured and behaves himself in accordance with the mannerisms of a man high ranking. If you brought a man like that to scratch, there wouldn’t be too much harm done,” the Baroness said.
Helena studied her mother’s wriggling brows as she finished speaking. She had gotten her white skin from her mother, they all had. But her mother now had small, red patches on parts of her skin. There were creases in some spots where Helena’s was smooth.
This is how I’ll look in a few decades, not too bad.
