Now she stood fumbling with the clasp of her necklace and trying to remove it in front of her dressing table mirror. Her bed was turned down—the familiar bed she had occupied for three weeks—and Florence had put out a nightdress that was the most cobwebby confection she could find amongst Felicit...
She simply couldn’t imagine any “gentleman” ringing her at this hour, and in such a spot, and she certainly never thought of the man who had been her patient only a few weeks ago at Aston House. For one thing, he was in Scotland, and he had no idea where she was. The nursing-home wouldn’t be like...
As a doctor he probably recognized that it would be absurd to be unco-operative and delay his own return to health; but as a man in his early thirties, with all sorts of things that he would almost certainly have preferred to do rather than lie in a long chair with an adjustable footrest and a cu...