Miss Milton Speaks Her Mind (2014)
“Butterworth did not—that duty counted for something. From the frantic sound of the handbell, she knew that Cecil Carruthers was not noticeably enfeebled.
“Cecil?” she asked, peering into the room. He had been propped up on his elbow, but when he saw her, to Jane’s intense amusement, he collapsed back onto the mattress and the bell dropped from nerveless fingers.
“I thought help would never come,” he managed, when she tiptoed closer.
“Oh, Cecil, it was only your traveling case,” she said, noticing that there was no fire in the hearth yet, and that the draperies were still open, even though the afternoon had waned into dusk. She closed them, grateful that she had never given the servants cause to ignore her. Cecil, I predict you will have a dreadful Christmas, she thought, without a shred of remorse. “Don’t you have a valet?”
The slight figure under the covers moved only a little.
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