Richard answered her in a perfectly lucid but rather faint voice. “Walked up, of course.” He was trying not to lean too heavily on her, because for one thing they were very close to the head of the stairs, and for another she seemed very small in comparison with his height, and close up against him the disparity became very obvious. But in the dim light of the corridor his pallor was alarming, and although his voice was clear his movements were vague. “That couch was so damned cramped. I thought if I could find a bedroom…”
“But of course,” Charlotte answered soothingly, thanking her stars
– and his – that she had had a disturbed night, and that even although
Hannah had obviously succumbed to drowsiness she had not. And she was not even a partially trained nurse! “My room is very close, and if you lean on me you’ll be able to make it. But you must lean on me!” she implored, as he seemed determined to avoid doing so. “I’m not so fragile that I can’t stand a little strain! ”
A wan smile touched his lips as he glanced down at her in the poor light… and the corridor was very badly lighted indeed. Charlotte made a mental resolve to alter all the bulbs the following day.
“You don’t seem to me to be a very stout sort of a person. But then you never were, were you? Just a kind of sprite when you were five years old! ”
“In here,” Charlotte gasped, and urged him with every ounce of her strength to incline towards the open door of her room. Once inside it he seemed to be struck by the very feminine atmosphere, for in the short time at her disposal she had actually transformed it considerably, and in addition to the handsome period furniture and the thick carpet a lot of her things were scattered about, including photographs of her parents, perfume bottles on the dressing-table and some wispy items of underwear lying over the back of a chair.
“But this is your room! ” he protested.
“It doesn’t matter. And fortunately the bed is fairly warm. But I’ll get you some hot-water bottles, and wake up Hannah. She must have fallen asleep! ”
“Let her sleep,” he urged, as he settled down thankfully against her tumbled pillows.
But Charlotte tore downstairs and startled Hannah very nearly out of her wits as she shook her awake. Hannah blinked up at her bewilderedly for a moment, and then leapt up out of her chair as the shock of realisation was borne in on her.
“Oh, don’t tell me I fell asleep! ” she wailed. “You did.” Charlotte sounded terse, but she was consumed with anxiety for the patient upstairs, and the disastrous effect the walk up the wide staircase might have had on him. She would never have believed, a few days ago, that she could feel such concern for someone who was not closely related to her – and as she had no close relations that made it all the stranger, for she had no yardstick with which to measure the quality of her concern. “But fortunately for you and Mr. Tremarth I’ve hardly closed my eyes, and instead of rolling downstairs he’s upstairs in my bed. You’d better come at once and make certain he’s all right.”
Hannah needed no second bidding, but flew ahead of Charlotte up the stairs, and into the room her friend and hostess had selected for her own.
Richard Tremarth must have been very uncomfortable on the drawing-room couch, for the old-fashioned feather bed on the huge half tester that stood in the middle of the pale fawn carpet with big pink roses sprawling all over it had struck him as the next best thing to floating on a cloud when his stiffened limbs had relaxed themselves upon it, and he was already sunk in deep and apparently peaceful slumber. Hannah felt his pulse without disturbing him, satisfied herself that, although quick, it was not actually racing, and sank down on Charlotte’s dressing-table chair with a moan of dismay.
“What will Dr. Mackay think of me?” she wailed.
Charlotte, conscious of immense relief, regarded her kindly.
“There’s no reason why he should ever hear that you didn’t keep awake. After all, it’s some time since you were actively engaged in nursing, and I don’t want to sound as if I begrudged it you, but you did drink most of the wine at dinner, and you’re probably not used yet to the strong sea air. If anything had happened to the patient on the way up the stairs it would have been different. But you say he’s all right! ” “He seems to be reasonably all right.”
But Hannah was inclined to rock backwards and forwards with distress.
“It’s an unpardonable thing for a nurse to fall asleep on duty! And I never did it before… no, not even in my very earliest days as a probationer! I was too afraid of the ward sister, for one thing.”
“Well, there’s no ward sister here, and we can tell Dr. Mackay that you’d left the room for a moment and Richard – Mr. Tremarth
– seized the opportunity to vanish up the stairs.”
Hannah regarded her with hollow eyes.
“The patient knows I was asleep. And what would have happened if you hadn’t been awake?”
“I was awake because I was cold and couldn’t get to sleep.” And that reminded Charlotte that Richard was still without hot-water bottles. “There was no particular virtue attaching to the fact that I was awake while you snatched a nap, but now that we’re both up I think we’d better give the maximum amount of attention to our first patient -” and she smiled encouragingly at Hannah. “You go and take a bath and I’ll fill the hot-water bottles and make us some tea. As a matter of fact, I was on my way down to the kitchen to make tea when I ran into
Richard____________________ Somehow I can’t get used to calling him Mr. Tremarth!”
It was an admission she made to herself rather than Hannah.
It was a wonderful early dawn, and the sea was flushed with rose as she made the tea. She stood beside the kitchen window and looked out at the delightfully fresh world of dew-drenched roses and white-capped lazy wavelets, and thought of the green cliff-top where Richard’s car had come to grief absorbing the warmth from the first rays of sun, and wondered what the real explanation was of that mad burst of speed of his the night before. He had been driving quite recklessly, and he must have been aware of it himself. He was not the sort of man to bother about his dinner… or that was the impression she had received of him. He might have been healthily hungry, but he wouldn’t have risked his car and his life simply and solely because the landlord at the Three Sailors might have assumed that he was not returning for dinner that night, and locked up the kitchen.
In any case, the landlord at the inn was much too obliging not to provide something for a guest.
Charlotte felt inclined to shake her head over that ridiculous explanation, and at the same time her curiosity was aroused, and she wished she knew the answer. But one man’s poison was another man’s meat. Only a few days ago she and Hannah had been discussing the starting of a nursing-home, and now here they were with their first patient! He was a patient they were hardly likely to have for long, for the doctor was almost certain to whisk him off to the local hospital after he had seen him that morning, and that would be the end of an unusual episode.
Goodbye to Richard Tremarth… Possibly an agreement with his agents to sell to him, and then back to normal again. Very likely back to London and the old routine.
But when the doctor called he was not so optimistic about the idea of removing his patient. The hospital was fairly full, and their beds were precious. Richard Tremarth seemed to be doing reasonably well where he was, although he was undoubtedly slightly concussed and in addition to a strapped-up arm an ankle was injured and had to be dealt with. The doctor was satisfied as a result of his examination that no other serious damage had resulted from the accident – which was a miracle – and all the patient really needed was rest and attention. He was certainly somewhat astonished when he heard that his patient had selected a moment when his nurse was temporarily absent to walk upstairs and install himself in Charlotte’s room, but apart from raised eyebrows he said nothing.