deteriorates.â
Mrs Mortimer nodded. âThat will be you, Carr, since youâve had the day off while the rest of us have been doing the work of six.â
Connie Starling found the courage to give an unbelieving snort, though she quickly turned it into a cough.
âIâd be pleased to look after her.â
âIâll see if I can find someone older to nurse her tomorrow, though the person I have in mind wonât be qualified, sheâs strong. Iâll call in to see Mrs Sangster in the morning.â The doctor took Livia aside. âNow, young lady, I must tell you what to look out for. Nausea and, or, vomiting, slurred speech, confusion  . . .â He ticked off the symptoms on his fingers and made her repeat them back before he handed her his card. âGood girl. Telephone me if you need to, or if thereâs anything youâre worried about.â
âDoctor  . . . I should like to look after Mrs Sangster, if I may? I know I havenât had any experience, but we get on well together.â
âWonât that leave you with a housekeeper short?â
Livia nodded. âI suppose it will.â
âPerhaps Florence can do the maidâs work instead. Sheâs very practical. Letâs leave it up to Mrs Sangster.â He stared at her for a moment. âWere you the person I puddled on the road?â
She nodded. âI was already wet, though  . . . Iâd come off the train from London.â
His smile had also been passed on to his son. âThey say that mud is good for the complexion, but your complexion already looks perfect. Iâm sorry.â
âYour apology is accepted.â
âItâs sweet of you to let me off lightly. I should have taken more care.â
He was just as nice as the younger Elliot on the train. âDoctor, do you have a son called Denton?â
He looked surprised. âAre you acquainted with him?â
âWe took the same train this morning, though he got off at Southampton. He only just managed to catch it because the whistle had gone and the train had begun to move. He practically bowled me over with his kit bag as he threw himself through the door.â
âI hope he had the grace to apologize, too.â
âYes, he did, and very nicely.â If she were to overlook the stolen kiss  . . . or even if she didnât, she amended.
The man laughed. âThatâs Denton for you  . . . always in a hurry. He takes after his mother.â
âThe way you were driving, I rather think he takes after you, Doctor Elliot.â
He laughed, and pulled on a pair of brown leather gloves. âIâll take more care on the corners from now on, I promise. There are enough casualties caused by the war, without creating some of my own at home. Denton has been on leave. Heâs going back to one of the field hospitals. He was going to join the practice when this damned war is over, though the way things are going Iâve a feeling that he may become a surgeon.â
âYou must be very proud of him.â
âI am.â
Mrs Mortimer coughed. âYouâre keeping the doctor from his duties, and itâs about time you got on with yours, I think, Carr. Poor Mrs Sangster shouldnât be left alone for all this time.â
Doctor Elliot winked at her. âIt was nice to talk to you, Miss Carr. Donât be afraid to call me if Iâm needed.â
âI will, Sir.â
He was gone, his head butting into the pouring rain as he made a dash for the car. So, Denton was a doctor as well, she thought, as she closed the door with a final wave.
âDonât you ever do that again, Carr,â Mrs Mortimer snarled.
âDo what?â
âShow yourself up by flirting with a visitor to this house, especially a man invited here in a professional capacity.â
âShow myself up? We had a normal conversation; in fact, he was a very
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