Her lovely face betrayed her anxiety. I was too worried to think clearly. I reminded myself that at all costs I must not show agitation, but how could I be calm when I feared him so much?
“You must allow me to help,” he went on. “My apothecary friend is here in the Exchange.” He had taken a parcel from Harriet. “Allow me.” He laid a hand on my arm and his eyes looked mockingly into mine. “I really think you should see this man. A bandage may be necessary even if it is only a strain.”
“You are very kind, sir,” said Carlotta.
“I am delighted to be at your service.”
“It would be churlish to refuse such kindness,” added Harriet.
“Yes, Priscilla,” said Carlotta, “you must see this apothecary. It hurts. I can see that.”
“Then,” added Beaumont Granville, “the matter is settled. May I lead the way?”
I was limping badly. I had twisted my ankle but I was unaware of the pain. I could only ask myself what cruel trick of fate this was which had brought him back into my life.
I did not trust him for one moment. I wanted to tell him to go, to explain to them that I knew from experience that this man was no fit company for decent people.
Carlotta had slipped her arm through mine.
“Does it hurt, Priscilla?”
“No, no. This is nonsense. I’d like to go home without delay.”
Beaumont Granville was standing on the other side of me.
“Would you care to take my arm, to lean on me?” he asked solicitously.
“It is not necessary, thank you.”
“Well, it is only a few steps,” he said and led the way.
There was a smell of scents and unguents in the apothecary’s shop. We took a step down into the dark exterior and a man in a yellow coat came hurrying to meet us. He bowed low when he saw Beaumont Granville and was prepared to be extremely subservient. It was clear that he was a most respected customer.
“My lord,” he asked, “what can I do for you?”
Beaumont Granville explained that I had hurt my ankle and he wanted the apothecary to look at it and see what damage had been done and perhaps supply an unguent and a bandage or whatever was necessary.
He would indeed. He looked round and found a stool on which I was immediately seated. He then knelt and probed my ankle. I caught my breath with pain.
He looked up at Beaumont Granville who was watching me intently.
“No bones broken,” he said. “Just a little twist … nothing that cannot be cured quickly.”
“Have you something to put on it?” asked Harriet.
“The very thing. I’ll bind it up and then the lady should rest for a day or so … and all will be well.”
“Then get to it,” said Beaumont Granville. He turned to Harriet. “You ladies were shopping. Why do we not leave our patient here to be bandaged while we continue with what we have to do? We can return when she is ready to leave. Have you a coach? She should not walk.”
“We could return home and bring it,” Harriet explained. “As we were shopping and we are but near Whitehall, we came on foot.”
“She must not walk far. Leave it to me. I will take you back in my carriage.”
“You are too good to us, sir,” cried Harriet.
“It is my pleasure to serve you,” he answered.
“It seems a good idea, Priscilla,” said Harriet.
I did not answer. I felt sick with anxiety.
The apothecary was shaking something in a bottle. I was thinking: Granville can do no harm yet. But what does it mean? What can it mean?
“Then we shall see you later,” said Harriet.
“Say half an hour?” suggested Granville.
The apothecary agreed that I should be ready to leave by that time.
“It seems the best thing,” said Carlotta. “And then we must get you home.”
I watched them leave. At the door he turned and looked back at me. I could not guess what was in his mind, but I was deeply conscious of that mocking amusement.
I was nauseated by the scents of the shop. I sat on the stool and removed my stocking. My ankle was very swollen.
The apothecary knelt at my feet and put something cooling on the afflicted part. It soothed my ankle but nothing could soothe my mind.
What could it mean? Why had I hurt my ankle just at that moment? I had turned clumsily because the sight of him had made me numb with horror.
Well, he would take us home in his carriage. I should have protested about that. He would be invited in and given wine or some refreshment. Harriet was impressed by him. I could see that.
I must remind her who he was. Perhaps she would remember when she heard his name. There had been a great deal of talk about the thrashing Leigh had given him in Venice. But that was fifteen years ago. I would remind her as soon as possible that he was a man whose acquaintance we should do without.
The apothecary was talking about his unguents and lotions. He was trying to sell me some of his aids to beauty. There was a face wash he had which could make a lady’s skin look like a child’s. There were lotions to disguise grey hairs. There were exquisite scents to please the gentlemen. His shop was a magic cave of delights.
I lay back and closed my eyes. My thoughts were far from the apothecary’s shop.
In half an hour they returned. Carlotta was very excited. They had been taken to the most wonderful shops. Their kind friend knew all the best shops in the Exchange and he had made sure that they got the best bargains.
“Are you feeling well enough to walk?” His voice was tender though his eyes still mocked.
“I should like to go home,” I answered.
“My carriage is here. All you have to do is to get out of the shop.”
“First,” I reminded him, “we must settle our account with the apothecary, who has been so good.”
He waved his hand. “I have a standing account with him. This shall be my affair.”
“I shall not hear of it,” I replied.
“Oh, come, come, such a small matter.”
“Pray tell me your charge,” I said to the apothecary.
“I forbid it,” commanded Granville.
The apothecary looked at me and lifted his shoulders.
“I cannot and will not allow this,” I said firmly.
“So you would deprive me of this pleasure?”
I took some money from my purse and laid it on the counter. The apothecary looked at it helplessly. I could see he was very much in awe of Beaumont Granville.
“You will at least allow me to give you the comfort of my carriage.”
“There is no need,” I replied. “We could wait here for our own.”
“What has come over you?” said Harriet, laughing. “It is ungracious of you to refuse such kindness so graciously given.”
He helped me into his carriage. We sat facing each other—Harriet beside him, Carlotta beside me.
Carlotta cried: “What an adventure! How is your ankle feeling, Priscilla?”
“Much better, thank you.”
“It was such an exciting morning. First all those lovely silks and now this. … Oh, I did not get the fan. I forgot all about it.”
“Never mind,” said Harriet, “you have had a very interesting morning. But what of poor Priscilla? My dear, I hope it is not painful.”
I said it felt better after the apothecary’s attentions.
“I’m sorry,” cried Carlotta instantly, “I didn’t mean it was fun that you hurt yourself.”
“I understand,” I told her and she gave me her lovely, dazzling smile.
We had reached the house and Beaumont Granville had leaped down to help us out.
“You must come in and drink a glass of wine with us,” said Harriet.
He hesitated and looked at me. I said nothing.
“Yes, please,” cried Carlotta. “You must come.”
He turned his gaze on her. “Are you sure I am not encroaching?”