Perhaps Dr. Graves’s latest treatments were helping after all. “I’ve made tea and toast,” he announced with pride. “Had a taste for blood sausage, as well, so I’m frying a few slices if you’d care for any. She shuddered. “You know I cannot abide the stuff. But tea and toast sounds just the thing.” Watching her father potter about the kitchen, Lilly smiled to herself. “You must be feeling some better, Father.” “Indeed I am. And I’ve had a look at the ledgers, Lilly. First time I’ve had the courage to do so in months.” Scooping his sausage onto a plate, he joined her at the table. “I cannot express how proud I am. Well done, Lillian Grace Haswell. Well done, indeed.” &nbsp She ducked her head, hiding her smile of pleasure. “Thank you, Father.” He picked up his fork. “No, my dear. Thank you.” “Shall we thank God, then?” she suggested. “I must say I am feeling quite grateful for His provision of late.” Charles Haswell paused, mouth ajar, and awkwardly lowered his forkful of sausage back down to his plate.
What do You think about The Apothecary's Daughter?
