An adult stories – Orphan Ch. 09-12 by Alex De Kok,Alex De Kok Well, here we are. Part 3 of this opus, and more to come. Feedback, particularly constructive criticism, is welcome.
OrphanChapter 9
She was wakened by a tapping at the cabin door.
“Ma’am? Are you awake?”
“I am now,” she replied.
“I have your meal, ma’am. Permission to bring it in, please?”
“Of course. One moment.” Given that it was afternoon rather than evening, she had settled for sleep wearing Mr Jenks’s shirt and breeches, rather than his nightshirt, and she had only to swing her legs off the bunk and take the one pace to the narrow doorway. She opened it to the smiling face of a young seaman, burdened with a tray and a pail of water.
“Mr. James’s compliments, ma’am.”
“Thank you.” She reached out to take the tray, but the sailor shook his head.
“If you’ll just step to one side, ma’am, I’ll set it down.”
It was almost like a juggling act, but when he’d finished she had a plate of steaming food and a mug of coffee, set out ready for her to eat. The young seaman bowed himself out, wishing her good appetite.
She set to and for the second time that day surprised herself by clearing her plate. Must be the sea air, she thought. She took her time over the mug of coffee, a drink she’d only tasted once or twice before. She was soon finished, and returned to Gilroy’s cabin. About to enter, she thought better of it, and knocked. The door was quickly opened, and Collins stood aside to let her enter.
“I’ve just changed the dressing on the captain’s wound, and replaced the bandages. I think he has a touch of fever, and he’ll probably feel cold during the night, especially if we get the blow that Mr. James expects.” Collins paused, and Roxane touched his arm.
“Rest assured, Mr. Collins. The captain will be kept warm tonight.”
Collins nodded. “You are a very considerate young lady. I suggest that you lock the door before you settle for the night. Tongues might wag if anyone but me was to find you in the captain’s bed.”
She gave him a wry smile. “Mere words cannot harm me, Mr. Collins.”
“Indeed.” He gestured. “Even so. A pallet and blankets for you to make your bed. As the captain’s nursemaid, so to speak, it seems fitting that you should sleep near him. If you need to be closer, well, I trust your judgement.”
Roxane nodded. “I understand.”
“The chamber pot has been emptied. Mr Philips assisted the captain.”
Well, that was one less problem. “Has the captain had anything to eat?”
“He managed to get some soup down, and I gave him some grog. He should sleep normally tonight, rather than be unconscious.”
“A welcome improvement. It seems a long time ago that the captain was shot, but it was in the small hours of the morning of this very day.” Roxane shook her head. “I can scarce credit it.”
“Indeed. Before commanding the Pelican the captain was commander of a brig, the Mary, 28 guns. I was his surgeon then, too. One action we were in lasted almost seven hours. It felt like an hour. I can well appreciate your losing track of time.” Collins glanced across at Gilroy, still asleep, then turned back to Roxane. “He should be well, but if not, do not hesitate to have me fetched. And now, my dear, I bid you goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Collins.”
A moment or two later, and she was alone with Gilroy. Nightshirt first, she thought. She smiled. Would he wake this time, too? But no, not this time, and she accomplished the change of clothing without incident. She unrolled the pallet and laid it out in the narrow space beside Gilroy’s bunk, then lay herself down. I’ll close my eyes, just for a few minutes, she thought.
She awoke with a start. The cabin was dark; night had fallen. She lay back again, feeling the increased motion of the schooner, and the sound of the wind in the rigging.
“Roxane?” Gilroy’s voice was quiet, calm.
“I’m here.”
“Is there an extra blanket? I feel rather cold.”
“I have two on my pallet. I’ll put them across you.”
“But what of you, my dear?”
“If you feel able to make room for me, I can share your blankets, and give you some extra warmth.”
There was silence for a long moment, then a soft laugh. “Can my dreams be coming true? That Roxane Harrison shares my bed?”
Startled, she didn’t speak for a moment. His dreams? Aloud, she said, “only for warmth, your warmth,” but her mind was whirling.
“Alas, only for that.” A pause. “Take no offence, dear Roxane. I jest. Willingly will I accept whatever warmth you bring, for I fear I feel rather cold.”
“Mr. Collins said you might.”
A soft laugh. “He was right.”
Quickly she took the blankets from her pallet and laid them across him, even as he moved back to make room for her.
“Alex? Please be sure you do not strain your wound. I could not forgive myself if you did.”
“I think Mr. Collins’ bandages are doing a sound job, Roxane. But come closer, give me your warmth.”
“Turn, so that your back is towards me, then I can get closer, and warm you.”
He neither spoke nor moved for a moment, then turned, slowly, carefully, settling with a sigh. “Your move, Roxane.”
She eased forward until she was touching him, from breasts to thighs, and tentatively put her arm about his waist. He sighed, and his hand covered hers.
“Goodnight, Roxane.”
“Goodnight, Alex.”
There was a hint of dawn in the night sky when she woke again. Somehow, without waking, they had both turned over so that Gilroy was behind her, and his arm was now around her. She sighed, content, and drifted off to sleep again.
It was full daylight when she woke again. Alert, suddenly, confused for a moment, then relaxing.
“Good morning, Roxane.”
She wriggled around to face him. “Good morning, Alex. How do you feel?”
“Rested. Warm. A little sore. Content.”
“Content?”
“For the moment, but I fear that my content may disappear.”
“Why so?”
“For what I am about to do may offend you.”
She frowned, and was about to speak when Gilroy’s lips claimed hers. For a moment, she froze, shocked, made to push him away, and then felt heat flood through her and gave herself up to the kiss, her lips welcoming his. Her mind was in turmoil, but deep within her, something was saying ‘yes!’ The clatter of feet on deck and a change in the motion alerted her. Pelican was changing course.
Reluctantly, oh, so reluctantly, she broke the kiss, shaking her head. His face clouded.
“I have offended you, as I feared.”
She smiled, and shook her head again. “Not so, dear Alex. But not here, not now, not like this.”
His face cleared, and he smiled. “I can hope?”
“More than hope. But I want you well, and in your right mind, somewhere we cannot be interrupted.” As she spoke, there was a tap at the door. Gilroy gave her a rueful smile, and nodded.
“Best answer it, my dear.”
She swung her legs out of bed, and stood. “Yes? What is it?”
“Mr. James’ compliments, ma’am,” said a voice outside. “Hot water for your toilet in five minutes, and breakfast in a quarter hour.”
“Thank you.”
“Aye, ma’am.” She heard the sound of receding feet, and turned back to the bunk where Gilroy lay, a soft smile on his face.
“I must change,” she said. “Are you going to avert your eyes?”
He held her gaze. “Must I?”
She flushed, staring at him, then, wondering at her own actions, shook her head and bent to take the hem of the nightshirt and lift it off over her head, baring herself to his gaze, feeling an unfamiliar heat, a longing, deep within herself. Almost incredulous, she heard her own voice say, “You like what you see?”
“The loveliest sight I have ever beheld, dear Roxane.”
“The most immodest, I fear.” She bent to retrieve Mr. Jenks’s breeches, drawing them on, and then his shirt. She gave Gilroy a rueful smile.
Gilroy chuckled. “Perhaps, but I think not, dear Roxane. No false modesty, please. You are a beautiful woman, quite probably the most beautiful I have ever beheld.” He laughed at the look she gave him. “Believe me, Roxane, for I tell only the truth.”
Any answer she might have given was moot, for there was another tap at the door.
“Your hot water, ma’am.” She opened the door to the same seaman who had brought the water the previous evening. His eyes went beyond her, then back to hers.
“How fares the captain, ma’am?”
She looked across at Gilroy, who seemed to be asleep. “The captain had a quiet night, and seems well-rested this morning. He does not seem to be fevered, which is good, I believe. No doubt Mr. Collins will assure us in due course.”
“Aye, ma’am. Thankee, ma’am.” He turned and left and she closed the door, slipping the lock closed.
She turned to Gilroy, who was no longer pretending sleep. “I must wash, and you must keep your eyes closed, this time.”
“I will, Roxane. Most reluctantly, but I will. Tell me when I may look again.”
She washed herself quickly, almost wishing that Gilroy was watching. Almost. Dressed again, she touched his shoulder. His eyes opened immediately, warm on her. On impulse, she bent and kissed him, quick, light.
“That must do you for now.” She smiled, and his answering smile was broad, seeing the promise in her words. Before she could say anything else, there was another tap at the door.
“Breakfast, ma’am.”
She opened the door, and the sailor, the same one – Jenkins, she recalled – that had helped her mount her horse on that fateful day she had first met Alexander Gilroy, laid the tray down on the captain’s desk. “Mr. Collins’ compliments, ma’am, and he will attend to the captain as soon as you have broken your fast.”
“Would you tell Mr. Collins I’ll expect him in a quarter hour?”
“Aye, ma’am. I will.” He smiled, and left.
She turned to Gilroy and was about to ask if he wanted any of her breakfast when he forestalled her.
“Eat, Roxane. I doubt not that Mr. Collins will see that I am fed after he has prodded and poked me this morning.”
“I will, if you assure me you do not mind my eating while you are not.”
“Of course I do not mind. Eat, my dear.”
Collins was cheerful after he’d examined Gilroy. “A clean wound, healing well. You are a lucky man, Captain, to have had Miss Harrison to remove the ball and tend to you as nurse.”
“I know that well, Mr. Collins. I have already thanked Miss Harrison, and on more than one occasion. I feel that I might manage some breakfast, if I might? And please, may I be allowed to sit up?”
Collins nodded. “Not only that, Captain, you may rise and dress, if you wish, but leave your shirt loose, so that we may attend to your wound.”
“I fear I will need help to dress, Mr. Collins.”
“Indeed so, Captain. Jenkins is standing by. I will send him along with your breakfast. Miss Harrison, a word with you if I may?”
“Of course.”
Collins voice was low. “The captain? A good night?”
“Yes. He slept well, once he was warm.” She flushed, but Collins smiled and shook his head.
“Your own clothes, Miss Harrison? Your blouse and skirt? And your jacket?”
“Yes? What of them?”
“One of the crew used to help his mother when he was a lad. She was a laundress. He’s managed to get them cleaned and dried, and most of Captain Gilroy’s blood out of them. They’re waiting for you in Mr. McKay’s cabin. At least you will be able to leave this ship dressed as the lady you are, if a little crumpled and stained.” Collins smiled. “I suggest you change while Jenkins and I attend to the captain.” He gestured. “We should be closing the shore within the hour.”
“Which shore?”
“Guernsey, from whence we sailed.”
“Openly, or that same creek where I first spied the Pelican?”
“Openly, this time.”
“I need to get a message to my uncle.”
“Have no fear, Miss Harrison. Mr. Le Tessier will be informed immediately we dock.”
And less than two hours later, Silas Le Tessier was in Gilroy’s cabin on the Pelican. He smiled grimly to see Gilroy bandaged, but hugged Roxane with evident affection and relief.
“It is good to see you both safe and well, and home again. Although, I have to say, Alex, that you do seem to have bled rather copiously over my niece.” He gestured towards Roxane’s still blood-marked blouse and skirt.
Gilroy laughed, but winced. “No jokes, Silas, please. Although, I have to say I am rather pleased to be able to laugh, even if it does hurt, rather.”
Le Tessier sobered. “I fear that I was only too ready to believe the worst, for we received intelligence barely twelve hours after you had left that our agent might have been compromised, but there was no way to get in touch with you.” He gave a wry smile. “After all, the fastest vessel in these waters is the Pelican!”
“Uncle Silas? Can Captain Gilroy stay with us as our guest until he is recovered from his wound?”
“Of course. You will stay, won’t you, Alex?”
“Willingly, Silas. Thank you, Roxane. But only for a few days, I fear. A week or ten days at most. Mr. James will take the Pelican and seek out the Belle Arc, to appraise Commander Le Bon of the situation, and then when he returns I must seek out new orders for the Pelican.”
“New orders?” said Roxane.
“It seems our spy network is compromised. I must report to my superiors. My lords and masters at the Admiralty will no doubt have plans for me.” Gilroy smiled. “But until then, I am more than happy to be your uncle’s guest.”
“Can you not send a report with the packet, Alex?” said Silas.
“I could, yes. When is it due to sail?”
“Tomorrow. Which gives you today to prepare your report, in comfort, at my own desk.”
“Indeed so.”
“And while you do that, I bathe! At length! In hot water! And then dress in fresh, clean clothes.” Roxane sighed dramatically, then laughed. “Such simple things, such pleasure!”
Le Tessier laughed. “As soon as I learned you were safe home, Roxane, I asked Mrs. Trevelyan to make sure there was ample hot water for your needs.”
“Thank you, Uncle Silas. I fear I may spend some time in my bath.”
Silas smiled, then turned to Gilroy. “Alex? Can you walk?”
“Slowly, and if supported,” said Collins. “On his promise to rest properly as soon as he is able.”
“That promise I make gladly,” said Gilroy.
“Mr. Le Tessier?” said Collins. “Will a doctor be available to see to Captain Gilroy?”
“Indeed so, Mr. Collins. Doctor Angus.”
“If it is only the matter of changing dressings, I feel able to perform that task, and I am quite happy to do so,” said Roxane.
“I would prefer the doctor to see the captain once he is rested at your home,” said Collins, “but I feel sure he will welcome your willingness to assist.”
“The sooner we go, the sooner the captain is rested,” said Silas. “I have my coach at the dockside.”
“Would you and Roxane go to the coach?” said Gilroy. “I will follow you in a few minutes, but I must discuss with Mr. James what course the Pelican must follow next, and write his orders.”
“Of course,” said Silas. He offered his arm. “Roxane?”
“At once, Uncle. Mr. Collins? Good day, sir. Mr. James? Will you convey my thanks to your crew for the kindness they have showed to me?”
James nodded, and bowed to her. “Miss Harrison, it will be a pleasure.” He gestured. “May I show you to the side?”
“Thank you.”
On deck, she was greeted with smiles and nods. She turned to James. “Is Mr. Jenks present?”
James grinned. “Aye, ma’am. Yon carrot-topped young man.”
“Oh, my. It is red, isn’t it?” She turned to Le Tessier. “A moment, Uncle. I must thank Mr. Jenks for the loan of his clothing.”
Silas’s eyebrows went up, but he nodded, and Roxane walked the four paces to where Jenks was standing.
“Mr. Jenks?”
The youngster flushed almost as red as his hair, but nodded and managed to say, “Aye, ma’am.”
“My thanks to you, Mr. Jenks, for the loan of your clothes. They are at present in Mr McKay’s cabin.”
Jenks swallowed. “It was my pleasure, ma’am,” he managed to say. Roxane smiled, and leaned to kiss his cheek. She smiled, and turned away, aware of the concealed smiles of the others around. She had perhaps embarrassed the young midshipman, but she had at least been able to thank him.
In his coach, Silas waited until she was comfortable, then sat back in his own seat. He cocked his head.
“Yes, Uncle?”
He smiled, quick, almost a grimace. “I fear I may embarrass you, Roxane, but I must ask this. Is there more between you and Alex than simple friendship?”
She held his look for a long moment, then smiled. “You see much, dear Uncle Silas. I believe there is, yes. I confess that I am strongly attracted to Alex Gilroy, and I believe that he may be similarly attracted to me. I do not know, not yet, but I hope.”
Silas nodded. “Then I will say this, and I will say it only this once, Roxane, my dear. If it should come to pass that you wish to marry Alex, and that is a matter that is your business, and not mine, but if it should come to pass then I assure you that I will willingly give my assent to such a marriage. As you are almost a daughter to me, Alex is almost a son.”
Roxane stared at him for a moment, then smiled. “Thank you, Uncle Silas.”
Silas smiled back at her. “One other thing, dear Roxane.”He turned to look out of the carriage window, then back to her. “Please try not to embarrass me in my own home.”
Roxane felt herself flush, but Silas said nothing, just fixed her with his gentle smile. She drew a breath. “My word on it, Uncle Silas.” He nodded, and gestured to the dockside.
“The gallant captain approaches.”
Roxane peeped from the window. Gilroy was making his hesitant way towards the coach, assisted by his bosun, Jenkins, followed by two sailors carrying baggage. At the coach, Gilroy paused, breathing deeply, then smiled.
“Silas, will there be room for my bosun, too? Jenkins is used to looking after me, and it places no extra strain on your household in that matter.”
“He is welcome, Alex.”
Gilroy nodded. “I took a chance and had his baggage fetched as well as my own. Once it is stowed, we are ready to accept your hospitality.”
“Then stow it, and let us depart.”
It was only a short drive to the Le Tessier house, and conversation in the carriage was desultory. Mrs Trevelyan came bustling out to welcome them.
“Ah, Mrs. Trevelyan, we have guests. Captain Gilroy has been wounded and will be recuperating here. Can you arrange for someone to ask Doctor Angus if he would be good enough to stop by and see the captain? Tell him it is a musket wound he will be examining.”
Mrs Trevelyan nodded. “I’ll send young Andrew, once he’s tended to the horses.” She gestured. “A room for the captain?”
“And another for his bosun, Mr. Jenkins.”
“Near the captain?”
“Not necessarily.”
“Pardon my interrupting, ma’am,” said Jenkins, “but I’d feel more comfortable among the servants. Just as long as I can see to the captain when he needs me.”
Mrs. Trevelyan nodded. “Very well. For the moment, sir, may I suggest that the captain rest in the parlour until his room is ready, and that will take only a few minutes, for ’tis just a matter of linen for the bed. It’s summer, so there’s no need to light the fire.”
“Which room, Mrs. Trevelyan?”
“I thought the one next to Miss Roxane’s, sir. It’s near the back stair and Mr. Jenkins can reach the captain without disturbing anyone.” She turned to Jenkins. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll tell Molly to prepare the room next to hers for you. You’ll be right next to the back stair that way.”
“That sounds ideal, Mrs. Trevelyan. If I might just give the captain a hand to the parlour for the moment?”
“Of course. Miss Roxane? Will you show them the way.” Mrs. Trevelyan smiled. “Then I suspect it’s you for a bath and a change?”
Roxane nodded. “Oh, yes! Please!”
The housekeeper nodded. “I’ll get your bath sorted out. Now, if you’ll excuse me?” And she was away.
Roxane turned to Gilroy. “Alex? Do you think you can make it to the parlour? And a nice comfortable chair?”
Gilroy nodded. “If I can’t, I’m sure Mr. Jenkins could carry me, couldn’t you, Jenkins?”
“Aye, sir, I could at that. Now, sir, if you’ll give me your arm and let me see about getting you out of the carriage?”
A few minutes later Gilroy was comfortable in an armchair, feet up on a footstool, a glass of brandy at hand. Silas Le Tessier sat opposite. Jenkins stood behind the captain’s chair, and Roxane was about to excuse herself, when there was a tap at the door.
“Yes?”
Molly came in, and dropped in brief curtsey. “Mrs Trevelyan said to tell you that Andrew has been sent to give the doctor your message. Mr Jenkins?”
“Aye?”
“If you’d come with me, I’ll show you to your room. Miss Roxane? Your bath will be ready in five minutes.”
“Jenkins?” said Gilroy. “Rest easy. If I need you I’ll send for you. Until then, relax. I’m sure Molly can fix you up with a bite to eat?”
“Aye, that I can. If you’ll come this way?” She led a somewhat more relaxed Jenkins away.
“If you’ll excuse me?” said Roxane. “I must bathe and change.” She grimaced, picking at her skirt. “I fear these are for disposal.”
“Roxane?” said Gilroy. “As it’s my blood spoiling them, I feel honour-bound to buy you replacements.”
“I have others, Alex. I confess, I didn’t take my best clothes to France.”
Gilroy laughed. “A wise girl, your niece, Silas.”
Le Tessier smiled. “Aye, she takes after her mother.”
“Don’t stand, either of you,” said Roxane, “but excuse me, please.” She was smiling at the laughter behind her as she left the room.
* * * * *Chapter 10
In her own rooms, the little annex where she bathed was warm, a soft wisp of steam rising from the tub. She began to undress, pausing at a tap on the door.
“Yes? Who is it?”
“Molly, Miss Roxane. May I come in?”
“Of course.”
The maid came in, smiling, frowning as she saw Roxane’s blood-stained jacket. “Is that Captain Gilroy’s blood?”
“Yes, I’m afraid it is.”
“However did it get on your clothes, Miss Roxane?”
“When I was helping him to board the fishing boat we stole, and when I took the musket ball from his back.” Molly’s eyes were round with astonishment and Roxane fought a giggle.
“Goodness me! Whatever next?”
“Would you wash my hair for me, Molly?”
“Aye, Miss Roxane. You just finish undressing and get yourself into the tub. I have towels warming for you in the kitchen. I’ll fetch them when we’re nigh on done.”
Molly busied herself setting out brush and cloth and soap at the bathside, and Roxane lowered herself into the warm water, and sighed.
“Feel better for that, Miss Roxane?”
“Yes, indeed, Molly. Hair first, please, and then my back, and then you can leave the rest to me while you fetch the towels. I’ll not linger, even though I want to, as I want to be sure Captain Gilroy is well.”
“He’s nice, the captain. So’s that bosun of his, Jenkins,” said Molly. “Really polite, and ever so grateful for the bread and cheese and the mug of tea I got for him.”
“Yes, they are nice, both of them.”
“Right Miss Roxane. Sit up straight, and let me soap your hair.”
Half an hour later Roxane knocked on the parlour door and entered at her uncle’s ‘come in’. Freshly bathed, her still-damp hair in a roll at the back of her head, and wearing a simple gown that nevertheless flattered her figure.
“Roxane, my dear, you look lovely,” said Le Tessier.
“Indeed she does,” said Gilroy in easy agreement, smiling as he caught her eye.
“Thank you. I feel so much cleaner after my bath.”
“Please, Roxane, do be seated. Andrew tells me that doctor Angus promised to be here within the hour.”
“That’s good. Perhaps Alex might be able to rest after that.”
Gilroy smiled. “Am I not resting now?”
“Not quite what I meant, as I think we both understand.”
Any answer he might have made was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Mrs. Trevelyan came in.
“Doctor Angus, sir.”
The doctor was tall, thin, angular, and friendly.
“Good day, Silas. You, I presume, must be Captain Gilroy. You, young lady, I do not know.”
“Alistair, may I present my niece, Roxane Harrison.”
“Your servant, Miss Harrison.”
“Doctor Angus.”
“You have been shot, Captain, I believe?”
“I have sir, by a musket, while making my escape from France.”
“Well, then, I must examine the wound.”
“My own surgeon believes it is healing well.”
“That’s as may be, Captain, but if you are to be under my care while staying with Mr. Le Tessier, I should satisfy myself, no?”
Gilroy gestured easy assent. “Indeed, Doctor Angus.”
“Will here do, or should we go to your bedroom?”
“Here, please, where I have made myself comfortable. I need only remove my shirt.”
“Perhaps Miss Harrison may care to leave us for the moment?”
“It was Miss Harrison who removed the ball, Doctor. I have no objection to her staying, if she so wishes. She has also volunteered to change my bandages when required.”
Angus gave Roxane a penetrating look. He nodded. “You removed the ball?”
“I did.”
“Using what?”
“The captain’s dirk, and this,” she said, extending her left little finger.
A fleeting smile twitched the doctor’s face. He turned back to Gilroy. “Very well, Captain. If you would care to remove your shirt? I see that it is not tucked into your breeches, which makes things a little easier. Miss Harrison? In my bag, there, you will find scissors. Would you pass them, please?”
She quickly found the scissors and passed them to the doctor, who carefully snipped through the bandages that Collins had applied, to reveal Gilroy’s wound. Like Collins, he bent close and sniffed it.
“Clean, at least.” He straightened. “Do you keep bandages in the house, Silas?”
“We do.”
“Excellent. Miss Harrison, as I understand that you will be changing Captain Gilroy’s bandages, you will know where these bandages are kept?”
Roxane smiled. “Not yet, Doctor Angus. But I will in a moment or two. If you’ll excuse me?” She went out, laughing inwardly. Damn the man, but he was right.
She found Mrs. Trevelyan in the kitchen. She arched her brows in query as Roxane went in.
“Yes, Miss Roxane?”
“Uncle Silas says we keep bandages in the house, Mrs. Trevelyan. May I be shown where? It seems I am to be responsible for changing the captain’s.”
“Of course, Miss Roxane. Over there, in the bottom left-hand drawer of the dresser. There, that’s right. And those squares of clean linen, for dressings.”
“I’ll take two of each, please.”
“Of course. Help yourself.”
Gilroy was sitting with his shirt around his shoulders when Roxane returned. All three men were sipping glasses of Silas’s claret. A fourth glass stood on a tray. Le Tessier indicated it.
“For you, Roxane.”
“Thank you, Uncle, but not before I have re-bandaged the Captain. Doctor Angus? I have two clean linen squares here for use as dressings. Do I need to apply anything to them?”
“For the wound?” Roxane nodded and Angus shook his head. “No, Miss Harrison. Provided the wound is dry, a dry dressing will be adequate. And Captain Gilroy’s wound is dry. We shall pray that it stays so. Please, apply the bandage.”
Roxane had watched carefully when Collins had bandaged Gilroy, and she was careful to emulate his technique. Angus nodded when she had finished and smiled at her.
“Not quite how I would have done it, but more than adequate. I suspect your teacher had a military background. Yes?”
“Navy, Doctor Angus. Mr Collins, Captain Gilroy’s surgeon.”
Angus nodded. “I see.”
“Collins was with the Royal North British Dragoons for some years before joining me, Doctor,” said Gilroy.
“The Scots Greys, eh? Good soldiers. Miss Harrison, I see no problem in letting you look after Captain Gilroy’s wound, with one proviso.”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“That you call me immediately if you detect any trace of infection in the wound, particularly so if there is any unpleasant odour. Yes?”
“My word on it, Doctor Angus. A question, though?”
“Yes?”
“If the wound seems to be healing well, would it be a correct notion to consider removing the bandages? Provided, of course, that Captain Gilroy does not over-exert himself, and open the wound.”
Angus fixed her with a look. “Only, I repeat, only, if you are certain within yourself that the wound is healing. Do not take chances.”
Roxane shook her head. “That, I would never do, Doctor Angus.”
“Very well.” Angus nodded and turned to Gilroy. “I shall call to see you in one week’s time, Captain. Until then, I leave you in Miss Harrison’s capable hands.”
“Thank you, Doctor Angus,” said Gilroy, echoed by Roxane.
“In that case, I bid you good day. Captain Gilroy, Miss Harrison.” Angus turned to go and Le Tessier stood.
“I’ll see you out, Alistair.”
Left together, Roxane and Gilroy turned to each other. “Well, Roxane, I’m in your hands now. Am I safe?”
She smiled. “In what sense, Alex? As your nurse I can safely say, of course you are safe, but as the woman you stole a kiss from this very morning, I do not know. Am I safe?” And I do not know whether I want the answer to that question to be yes or no!
“I turn your question back on you, Roxane. From what? From any hurt I might cause you? Know this. I shall endeavour never to hurt you in any way. This I swear, on my mother’s life. From the growing affection I feel for you? Well, there I’m afraid I don’t know, for I’ve never felt so strongly attracted to a woman before.”
Nor I to a man, she thought. She smiled at him. “You’re here for a week, Alex. perhaps before you rejoin the Pelican we’ll know what we feel for each other.”
“Does that mean I shall enjoy your company every day?”
She nodded. “Yes, indeed, and for as much of each day as I can manage.” The nights? God alone knows the answer to that.
Gilroy smiled. “Thank you for that, Roxane. And now? I think I hear your Uncle Silas returning. Best we change the subject, I feel.”
“Indeed. In France? The agent had been betrayed, yes? Do we know by who?”
“A pertinent question, Roxane, to which I am afraid I have no answer. Your Uncle Silas may know more, as he has acted as our focus.”
Le Tessier came in then, smiling. “I think you impressed Doctor Angus, Roxane.”
She laughed. “He took care not to show it, then.”
“Perhaps. Mrs Trevelyan tells me that a luncheon is prepared for us. Can you make it as far as the dining room, Alex?”
“With a little support, yes.”
“Roxane? Can you assist the captain?”
“Of course, Uncle Silas.”
“Then I shall tell Mrs Trevelyan we are ready to dine.”
Seated at table, after Roxane had said grace at Le Tessier’s request, and waiting for Mrs. Trevelyan to serve the soup, it was Gilroy who sowed the seed.
“Silas? Do we have any idea who betrayed our agent? I feel that Roxane and I were very lucky in our escape. I feel guilty now for taking her.”
“Hush!” said Roxane. “I knew our presence in France was risky.”
Gilroy nodded. “I know, and I am conscious of your nerve and courage, but much better that I was shot than you. So, Silas, anything?”
Le Tessier shook his head. “Nothing certain, no. The message we got was vague, only that our agent in St. Pierre was betrayed. Nothing about by whom, or indeed, how.” He shrugged. “Unless and until we receive more intelligence, I fear we shall not be any wiser. But, please! This is no subject for conversation at table! Let us enjoy the meal.”
After lunch, though, it was Silas who raised the subject again.
“Alex, you asked to borrow my desk, in order to write your report to be sent by the packet tomorrow. Give me a half hour first in order to write my own report, and then my desk is yours for as long as you need. Roxane, my dear? Will you keep Alex company?”
“Of course.”
“I’ll have Mrs. Trevelyan bring tea to the parlour for you.”
After helping Gilroy to the parlour, although in truth he seemed almost capable of managing by himself, Roxane helped him into an armchair, propped his feet up on a footstool, then sat herself opposite him.
Gilroy smiled, gesturing broadly. “Cosy and domestic, Roxane, the sort of thing a poor sailor thinks about when a gale is crashing about his ears, he’s reefed down to bare poles, and on a lee shore. But it all fades on a sunny day, with a fresh breeze and miles of sea-room.”
Roxane laughed. “Yes, ’tis more pleasant to be sailing on a fair day, than on a foul one.” About to say more, Roxane checked herself when Mrs. Trevelyan came in with the tea tray, laying it on the table nearby.
“Captain?”
“Yes, Mrs. Trevelyan?”
“Mr Jenkins would like a word with you.”
“Please ask him to come in.”
Jenkins must have been nearby as he came in almost immediately Mrs. Trevelyan left.
“Mr Jenkins. Please, take a seat.”
“No need, sir. This will only take a moment. Will you be needin’ me for anything this afternoon?”
“I don’t think so, Jenkins. In fact, if you want to explore, I don’t think I’ll need you until after dinner this evening.”
“Thank you, sir. That’s exactly what I want to do, explore. It’s not often I get a bit of shore leave, like.”
“After dinner tonight, then. Until then, your time’s your own.”
“Thank you, sir. I’ll bid you good-day then, sir. Miss Roxane.” And he was gone.
“He seems a nice man, Alex, your Mr. Jenkins.”
“He is, Roxane. And loyal. But don’t let his manners suggest to you a man that avoids a fight. He backs down to no-one, when he’s in the right. If he’s in the wrong, well, he knows when to quit. He’s saved my life once or twice, yes, and me, his.” Gilroy gave her a rueful smile. “This war has been going on too long, although perhaps we’ll see an end to it soon, now that Wellington’s army has chased the French from Spain and Portugal.”
“We shall pray for victory, then.”
“Indeed, but talk of war is not fit conversation for a man and a young woman. We should be talking of balls, and soirees, and parties!”
“And where you will find me only under protest!” Roxane laughed. “I fear it all attracts me not at all.”
“No seeking for a husband?” he said, his tone teasing.
“No.” Her tone was curt.
“Most humbly do I beg your pardon, Roxane. I have offended you.”
She gave him a wry smile. “Not so, but social gatherings of that sort remind me too much of a cattle market, bringing the bulls to the cows for breeding!”
Gilroy laughed. “Ah, dear Roxane! Such a graphic image, to be sure.” He sobered. “Yet do I see more than an element of truth in what you say.”
“Time for another change of subject, then?”
“Indeed, but what shall we talk about?”
“Gardening? Farming? Sailing?”
“Of the first two I know nothing! The third, well it has been my life since I was a young midshipman of fourteen. But you are a fair sailor yourself. I remember nothing of that night we fled France after you took the ball from under my ribs, until I was being lifted back on board the Pelican. You had no problems on that trip?”
Roxane smiled. “Apart from preventing you from falling overboard, no. The night was fair, the breeze was fresh, and the boat was sound. Under other circumstances, I could have enjoyed it.”
“When I am stronger, we must borrow a boat and have ourselves a little sail for pleasure.”
“I shall look forward to that.” That was all she said before Le Tessier came back to join them.
“My despatch is ready, Alex. My desk is yours, so that you may write your own report.”
“My thanks, Silas. Roxane, may I take your arm again?”
“Of course.” She helped Gilroy along the passageway and into Le Tessier’s study, easing him into the chair at the desk. Le Tessier had left paper and ink for him, with three or four pens, and sand.
“How long will you need, Alex?”
“I fear it will take me an hour, possibly more. Go, sit with your uncle, read a book, or take a walk.”
“You’re sure?”
“Of course. I can always use your uncle’s bell to summon someone to help me, can’t I?”
“Indeed. Very well, I’ll leave you for the moment. I’ll return in half an hour, or so.”
“What, no goodbye kiss?” he said lightly.
She was about to say no and leave, but impulsively bent to kiss his cheek. Whether he meant it or not, she never knew, but as her head came down, so his turned, and she found herself kissing his lips. Her first instinct was to pull back, but her second, stronger, instinct told her to hold the kiss.
They were both breathing heavily when she forced herself to break the kiss, confused by the heat she felt in herself. She stared at him, then smiled, soft, a little shy.
“Roxane, I – ” he began, but she put her fingers across his lips, shaking her head.
“No apology, Alex.” She smiled, and bent to kiss him again, but this time quick, light. “Never apologise for kissing me like that!”
He grinned, cheeky, like a schoolboy. “Can I do it again?”
She smiled. “Yes, but not now!” She gestured. “Your report. You will want no distractions while you write it.”
He laughed, rueful. “I fear you have the truth of it, Roxane. Very well, leave me to my report, poor company that it is compared to you.”
“You shall have my company again later, you know so. That report must be ready to go by tomorrow’s packet, so please, dear Alex, get on with it!”
He sighed. “Yes, mistress.”
* * * * *Chapter 11
In the parlour, her uncle was seated, reading. He smiled to see her, and signalled her to the chair opposite.
“Alex is settled? Writing his report?”
“He is, Uncle Silas. He thinks about an hour. I said I would go back in a half hour, to check. Perhaps I’ll take him some tea.”
Le Tessier gave her a crooked smile. “After half an hour wrestling with a report, I suspect a large brandy would be more welcome, but yes, I think the tea more advisable.”
“I’ll take some along in a little while. For now, I shall read a little.”
They sat for a while in contented silence, but a little niggle of curiosity had been troubling Roxane, and she laid her book down.
“Uncle Silas?”
“Yes, my dear?”
“My mother? How long had she known my father when he asked her to marry him?”
Silas smiled. “Roxane, my dear, your mother, my sister Lucille, was a woman of sound mind, and when a course of action appeared to her to be the correct one to take, she took it. Had it been up to your father to propose marriage, my sister might yet be unmarried. She knew he was the one she wanted for a husband, so she presented him with a fait accompli. I think he was pleased not to have to make the decision. I was fond of John Harrison, and I think that in many ways Lucille found him a kindred spirit.”
Roxane nodded. “I always thought that they seemed well matched, but you have not answered my question.”
Le Tessier smiled. “How long?” Roxane nodded. “It’s almost twenty-two years ago now, Roxane, but if I remember correctly they met on a Saturday, and two weeks later everyone was planning their wedding.”
“Two weeks? Mama had organised father into marrying her in two weeks?” Roxane sat back, letting out her breath with a whoosh. “Good gracious!”
“Probably less than two weeks, but no other among us knew until those two weeks had passed.” Le Tessier’s tone was dry. “The wedding itself was six weeks after they met, to give time for the banns to be read in church.” He looked away for a moment, and when he looked back at her, Roxane saw tears in his eyes.
“I miss her, Roxane, I miss them both, even though we rarely saw each other.”
There were tears in Roxane’s own eyes now, and she fumbled for a handkerchief, wiping her eyes, and blowing her nose. “Why, oh why, did they have to die in that accursed fire?”
“Fate is cruel, sometimes, Roxane. I bless the providence that brought you to me, the image of your mother and yet still yourself.”
Roxane smiled. “Mama always said I was more stubborn even than she was.”
Her uncle laughed. “Then you must be stubborn indeed, Roxane! Go now, and see how Alex is doing. I suspect he’d welcome an interruption about now.”
Gilroy greeted her with a broad smile. “Ah, Roxane! Have you come to rescue me?”
“I fear not, but Uncle Silas thought you might welcome an interruption about now. Some tea, perhaps?”
“Ah, bless you, Roxane. A dish of tea would be most welcome.”
“I’ll be back directly.”
Mrs. Trevelyan was enjoying a cup of tea herself, and Roxane hastened to stop her when she made to rise. “No, no! I think I know enough now to make some tea myself, now that I know where you keep everything.”
“Very well, Miss Roxane. I fancy I’ll be busy soon enough, with the evening meal, so I’ll welcome the rest.”
“Well-earned, I suspect.” Roxane busied herself with making a pot of tea, while Mrs. Trevelyan watched her.
“You’re the image of your mother, Miss Roxane.”
Roxane smiled at the housekeeper. “That is exactly what my Uncle Silas said, just a minute ago.”
“It’s true. You are.” Mrs. Trevelyan laughed. “She used to come in here and insist on making her own tea, too.”
“So I take after my mother in more than just looks, do I?”
“Aye, I think that you do. There are biscuits in the crock, there, if you want to take some to Mr. Le Tessier and the captain.”
A moment or two later, Roxane stood back. “Have I everything? Teapot, cups and saucers, plate of biscuits, sugar bowl, spoons.”
“Milk?”
“Oh, my goodness! Fancy forgetting the milk!”
“There’s many a one drinks it without.” Mrs. Trevelyan pointed. “In the cool store. The large jug. Fill one of those small ones from it.”
She stopped first in the parlour, pouring her uncle a cup. He waved away her offer of biscuits. “Give them to Alex. It will make a change for him from hardtack.”
Gilroy welcomed her return with a broad smile. “Roxane! Have you come to save my life?”
“I rather thought to offer you a cup of tea and a biscuit or two.”
He sighed theatrically. “I suppose that must do.”
“I do not think your life in danger from writing a report, surely?”
“Perhaps, when it is read by my superiors.”
“Which will not be for a few days, for the packet must get back to England first, and then your report must be passed to your superiors. Time enough to lift your gloom, perhaps.”
“Your presence starts that process, Roxane.”
“Thank you, Alex. But I fear the gloom returning, for I must ask, is your report finished?”
“In draft, yes. I shall sip this delicious tea, poured by your own hand – ”
“And brewed by me, too.”
“Indeed? Then I shall doubly savour it!”
“In draft, you said?”
“Aye, in draft. I must rewrite it in more formal terms. Fifteen or twenty minutes work. One thing I have learned in my time as a Naval officer is to be concise. Their Lordships have no time for flowery language.” He gestured with his tea cup. “But for the moment, I drink your delicious tea.”
“Very well. When you have finished your tea, and have rewritten your draft in its final form, I think you should have a nap before dinner.” She expected a protest but Gilroy nodded, and gave her a rueful smile.
“I think you have the truth of it, Roxane. I am not so recovered as I thought I was. A rest will suit me well.”
“Very well. I shall leave you for the moment, while you begin on your report. I’ll return in a few minutes with my book, and I shall sit quietly in the corner until you are finished, and then I shall help you to your room.”
All levity was gone from Gilroy’s gaze. “Thank you, Roxane.”
It was nearer thirty-five or forty minutes than Gilroy’s estimated fifteen or twenty, but at last he set down his pen. “There,” he said. “It is done! As, I fear, am I. May I beg your assistance to my room?”
“Of course,” said Roxane, setting down her book and going to him. “Here, lean on me. Rest your arm on my shoulder.”
“I fear I must.”
It was a slow progress up the stairs, but Roxane was patient, and Gilroy sufficiently honest with himself not to try to hurry, and she helped him to his bed where he lay back with a sigh of relief. Roxane eased off his shoes and flipped a blanket over him.
“Rest for a while, Alex, and then I’ll come back to see how you are. If you do not feel able to come down to dinner, I’ll ask Mr. Jenkins to help you change, and then I’ll bring some dinner for you.”
“I suspect I may be upstairs until morning. But, Roxane, please do not put yourself out on my account.”
She smiled. “I’m your nursemaid, remember? I’ll need to check your bandages in any case. Perhaps change them, although I suspect adjustment will be sufficient.”
“Something for me to look forward to, then.” He grinned, and rolled his eyes. “And feel your soft hands on my battered sailor’s body.”
She flushed. “Alex Gilroy! Behave yourself.”
“Aye, ma’am!”
She was hiding a smile as she left his room. And, she admitted to herself, she was looking forward to touching him.
* * * * *Chapter 12
Silas Le Tessier was still in the parlour when she looked in. He glanced up, saw her, and beckoned her in. “How is Alex, my dear?”
“Tired. I helped him upstairs and he rests for now. I said I would check before dinner, to see if he feels able to come down, but I think he will remain upstairs. I said I would ask Mr. Jenkins to help him change, and that I would take some dinner up for him. Aye, and check his bandages, too, since I am his nursemaid in Doctor Angus’ absence.”
“But you and I, we will dine together?”
“Uncle Silas, of course!”
“I may be a curmudgeonly old bachelor, Roxane, but I have grown fond of you, and in truth I value your company.”
She moved to him, bent, and kissed his cheek. “And I yours, Uncle Silas. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must see Mr. Jenkins.”
Jenkins was in the kitchen, chatting to Mrs. Trevelyan and Molly. He smiled to see her, and stood.
“The captain, Miss Harrison? How is he?”
“Tired, Mr Jenkins, and resting. I shall check on him a half hour before dinner to see if he feels able to come down. If he does not, may I prevail on you to help him change?”
Jenkins nodded. “Of course. Just let me know when.”
“I shall.” Roxane turned to Mrs. Trevelyan, who smiled and held up her hand.
“And if the captain cannot come down, you want a tray for him?”
Roxane smiled. “Mrs. Trevelyan, I could swear that you read my mind!”
The older woman laughed. “It would be a useful talent, if I had it. No, it is just experience of similar times in the past.”
Roxane nodded. “I shall not ask! Yes, please. A tray, if it becomes necessary.”
“I shall make sure that nothing needs cutting to size, so that a fork, or perhaps spoon, will be all that is needed.”
Roxane laughed. “Mrs. Trevelyan! I would never have thought of that!”
Trevelyan sobered. “It was a hard lesson, but once learned, never forgotten.” She gave Roxane a half-smile. “Do not ask, Miss Roxane. The memories are painful.”
Roxane nodded. “I shall not. And I apologise for prompting the recall, for it is obviously distressing.”
“Not your fault, Miss Roxane. Now, if you will excuse me, dinner calls.” She turned away and Roxane turned to Jenkins.
“Be ready, Mr. Jenkins, but otherwise, your time is your own.”
“Thank you, Miss.”
Silas Le Tessier was still in the parlour when Roxane returned. He smiled.
“All organised, my dear?”
“Yes, indeed. Mrs. Trevelyan was most helpful. I would never have thought of cutting everything to bite-size if the captain needs a tray taken up.”
“Ah. A lesson Mrs. Trevelyan learned hard. Her nephew, wounded at Trafalgar. She nursed him for a month or more, but her efforts were as naught, for the lad died.”
“She said not to ask.”
“Respect her wish, Roxane. For my sake if not for hers.”
“Uncle Silas, I saw the pain on her face. I have no wish to remind her further than I already have. Aye, and regret that.”
“Never refer to it, Roxane.”
“I shall not. My word on it!”
When she checked on him, Gilroy was lying with his eyes closed, and she was about to tiptoe away again when he spoke.
“I’m awake, Roxane. Don’t go.”
“How did you know it was me?” she said, turning back to the bed, warmed by his welcoming smile.
“Your scent is unmistakable.”
“But I wear no perfume,” she said, surprised.
“I know.” He waved his hand airily. “You have a natural fragrance.”
She laughed. “I do?”
“Yes, you do. Very pleasant to a man’s nose, especially this man. Come, sit on the bed for a moment.”
“Very well, but only for a moment. It is not seemly for a single girl to be alone with a man in his bedroom.” She managed to keep a straight face, but she was fighting a giggle. She sat on the bed beside him and he took her hand, squeezing it.
“Do you think you will be able to come down to dinner?” she said, turning her hand in his, the better to squeeze back.
He grimaced. “Much as I’d like to, Roxane, I fear not. I tired myself more than I should.”
“Well, you did lose rather a lot of blood. Doctor Angus says that your body will make it up again, but that it cannot be an overnight recovery. He hazards a week before you will be well recovered, and even then not fully.”
“A week of your ministrations? Almost worth being shot for!”
Roxane laughed. “Behave yourself, Captain Gilroy, else I shall have Jenkins change your dressing.”
“No, no! You cannot!” he protested, but the laughter in his eyes gave the lie to his words.
“I can, and I will!” Roxane smiled. “But not tonight. I shall ask Jenkins to help you change, and then I shall bring a tray up for you, with your dinner. Once you have supped, I shall attend to your bandages, and then I shall leave you to your rest.”
“What about your own dinner, Roxane? You cannot be in two places at once, and your Uncle Silas will want you to dine with him. Have Jenkins bring my dinner, and see to my bandages after you have dined, and before I sleep.”
“A sensible solution. Very well. I shall ask Jenkins directly, but first, how do you feel, apart from being rather tired?”
“Quite well, Roxane. In fact, were it not for being as weak as a toddling babe, I should say very well.”
“Good. I shall leave you now, and ask Jenkins to attend to you. I shall see you again after dinner.”
He squeezed her fingers. “I shall look forward to it.”
* * * * *And that’s part three of this opus done. I hope you enjoyed reading it at least as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feedback and constructive criticism are most welcome. Remember, though, if you ask a question, to give a return address for reply!