nowhere did you suggest that you were a solicitor acting on Johnâs behalf. In fact, you didnât identify yourself at all.â
That was definitely an accusation. Even if heâd cut off her apology, clearly he wasnât going to take all blame onto his shoulders.
âNo, I suppose I didnât,â she said. It had taken her some time and several attempts before sheâd been satisfied with the letter. She certainly could not have given him the one John had written. Yes, John. A safer subject than the letter, no question. âI imagine youâll want to know more about my brother.â
âI say again, a good man.â
âYes, but youâre wondering why he would ask me to hold you to a promise you made him so long ago. Thatâs understandable. John was injured in the camp, shortly before the Russians found it and freed their men and the British who were there. What you might know as being belly shot . Heââ Sadie hesitated, as the wound to her heart was still raw âânever fully recovered, and this past summerâthe heat, you understandâwas a torture to him. We both knew it was only a matter of time. His passing was a blessing in many ways.â
âYouâre saying he as good as died in that camp. Again, Iâm sincerely sorry, Mrs. Boxer. I tried to convince him to leave with us, but he wouldnât desert his patients. Your brother died a hero, and I can do no less than stand by my promise to him.â
Sadieâs shoulders finally relaxed. One hurdle passed over safely. Marley would have a home.
âHe said you were an honorable man, that you all were brave and honorable gentlemen. Thank you. I know Marley will be safe with you.â
The viscount pushed himself away from the desk. âSafe, Mrs. Boxer? That seems an odd choice of word.â
Wickedly intelligent. I shouldnât forget that, must never fully relax my guard.
âJohn left little money, and owned no property. Everything he had came courtesy of our village, and hopefully there will be a new physician installed within a few months. It was only because I could manage the surgery on his behalf while he was away, and yes, after he returned, that we werenât put out on the street months ago.â
âReally? It would appear you are a woman of hidden talents. How fortunate for the villagers.â
Was he mocking her? Applauding her? Doubting her? His tone, his smile, could be interpreted many ways.
âOne does what one must, especially with so many doctors and surgeons gone to war, but I am no physician. Once John truly was gone, a more suitable replacement was in order. Marley is homeless, near-penniless and alone save for me. In todayâs world, would you call that safe, my lord?â
There, that should satisfy him!
He rubbed at his forehead. âI seem to go from bad to worse with you, Mrs. Boxer, so I might as well push on. Where is your husband? May I assume he also is deceased?â
Or did he run, screaming, into the night, to be shed of you? He didnât say that, but Sadie was fairly certain he was thinking it.
But sheâd prepared herself for this question. âYouâre correct to believe I am without a husband, my lord. Maxwell has been gone for more than two years now.â
So much truth, taken separately. It was only when the two were put together that her words could be seen as a whopping great lie.
The viscount appeared to consider those words for long moments, as if repeating them in his mind. He then walked around the desk, to stand, his back turned to her, before the impressive expanse of windows that looked out over the rear of the estate.
âMy condolences on your loss. But back to my new ward. I was raised here at the cottage after my parents died,â he said quietly, so that Sadie sat forward on the couch in order to hear him. âShe and I have something in common, as I imagine I was about her same age at the