When Gibbs arrived not long after dawn, Millicent gestured for him to follow her out into the corridor. “Please help his lordship bathe and change once he is awake,” she said in a weary voice. “Offer him breakfast, but give him no medicine until you fetch me. I shall have some sweet cider and some water sent up if he wants something to drink. Give him no spirits.” She looked in past the partially closed door. “Oh. The bedding needs to be changed. And also a few spills on the rug need to be cleaned. I shall speak to Mrs. Page about that. And there might be a few pieces of broken dishes under and around the bed.” “Sounds like ye had quite a night, m’lady.” “Aye, Mr. Gibbs. Quite a night. Have you eaten anything this morning?” “Aye, mum. Thank ye for asking.” “Very well,” she said, turning to go. “I hope ye are not already discouraged, mum.” The tall man’s softly spoken words made Millicent pause. She turned to him. “No, Mr. Gibbs. I was asking a great deal of him for one night.
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