A Girl Named Rose. Betty Neels
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Название: A Girl Named Rose

Автор: Betty Neels

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Mills & Boon M&B

isbn: 9781408982730

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      “Two days ago the little boy fell and before his mother could pick him up, had rolled down stone steps leading to the garden. He has sustained a depressed fractured skull and is in the children’s hospital in Amsterdam where Mr Werdmer ter Sane is a consultant. His mother is most anxious that he should have an English nurse since she is unable to do much for him herself. Mr Werdmer ter Sane got in touch with Mr Cresswell who kindly suggested that a nurse from St Bride’s might be borrowed. I have recommended you for the case, Staff Nurse, you will leave this afternoon. That will be all.”

      Not quite all, however. Mr Werdmer ter Sane got to his feet and observed blandly, “Perhaps I might ask Nurse Comely if she will accept. She may not wish to take the case although I hope that she will.”

      She looked at him then. “Yes, of course, I’ll come,” she told him without fuss. She added silently, even though I’m quiet and not light-hearted and not pretty either. She added out loud this time, “If you are sure that there isn’t a nurse who would suit you better?”

      His eyes were suddenly intent on hers. He said smoothly, “If Miss Timms recommends you so highly, I feel sure that the matter is entirely satisfactory. Would you be able to leave at three o’clock this afternoon? We can go by hovercraft from Dover and be in Amsterdam late this evening.”

      He glanced at Miss Timms. “That could be arranged, Miss Timms?”

      “Certainly, Staff Nurse may go off duty now and pack what she will need.” She nodded at Rose. “Very well, Staff Nurse, you may go. Have you enough money to tide you over?”

      “No,” said Rose baldly. “Payday is next week.”

      “As I am aware. Come to the outer office in an hour’s time and you will receive an advance in cash.”

      “Thank you, Miss Timms.” Rose turned to the door and found it being opened for her; her thanks were wooden.

      It was well past eleven o’clock; she sped back to the ward, gave Sister Cummins a brief resumé of her interview, listened with sympathy to that lady’s opinion of foreigners who came borrowing the best nurses in the hospital without so much as a by-your-leave and was bidden to have her coffee before she left the ward. “I’ll have mine too,” said Sister Cummins gloomily, “and just whisk through the routine—how far had you got? I suppose I’ll be sent some feather-brained idiot…I could strangle that man.”

      She thumped the coffee-pot down on her desk as there was a tap on the door and called “come in” in a grudging voice.

      Mr Werdmer ter Sane came in, completely at ease. “Sister Cummins? I’ve come to apologise for taking your staff nurse away. Believe me, only the urgency of the situation drives me to such a drastic step.” He shot a glance at Rose’s calm face. “I dare say Nurse Comely has already explained to you…”

      Sister Cummins’ wrath was oozing away under his charm. “Well, it is most inconvenient but I can see that it is urgent.” She waved him to the padded office chair in a corner that no one ever had time to sit in. “Have some coffee while you tell me about it…”

      Rose fetched another mug and poured the coffee as he eased himself into the chair and began his explanations; much more succinctly than Miss Timms had done and in half the time. He drank his coffee with every sign of enjoyment too, although by now it was lukewarm and tasted frightful. “And if I might take up a few more minutes of your time? It would be useful to explain to Nurse Comely what she should bring with her.”

      He glanced across at Rose; he looked kind and impersonal. “Your passport, money, uniform, for you will be at the hospital for some time, I imagine, and whatever you wear out of uniform. Enough for three or four weeks, but I’m sure that if you forget anything Christina ter Brandt will see to it.”

      He got up and smiled charmingly at Sister Cummins who smiled back, quite won over. When he had gone she turned to Rose, collecting mugs and putting them on the tray. “You know, I quite envy you—he is really rather nice. We could do with a few like him in this place.” As Rose reached the door, she added, “You’d better get cracking, you don’t want to keep him waiting.” Just for a moment she looked wistful. “I wouldn’t mind being in your shoes. Bye.”

      Rose balanced the tray, kicked the door open with one foot and said, “I hope I’ll come back here, Sister. I’m happy on this ward. I don’t suppose I’ll be gone for more than a few weeks at the outside.”

      She had half an hour before her dinner time; she went to her room, got her case from the depths of the wardrobe and started to pack. Uniform and caps, tights and undies, dressing-gown and slippers and a cotton skirt and a handful of tops as well as a plain linen dress, sandals, make-up and a sponge bag and her rain coat. It was time by then to go to the office and collect her money; most of her month’s salary so at least she wouldn’t be penniless. She put the envelope in her pocket and went along to the canteen, collected her shepherd’s pie, potatoes and beans, and bore her plate to the table where her friends were already sitting.

      Sadie greeted her excitedly. “I say, Rosie, I saw him again coming out of the office—he seemed in a hurry, but he waved. I wonder why he’s here.”

      Rose speared some pie and added mustard. “Well,” she said slowly, “he’s here to borrow a nurse—a friend of his with an English wife; their small son has got a fractured skull, I don’t know any details, I suppose I’ll get those later…”

      “Later? What on earth do you mean?” She had the attention of the whole table now.

      “He’s borrowed me. Mind you, he didn’t want me particularly, only Miss Timms seemed to think I’d do. It’s for a week or two and I’m going at three o’clock this afternoon. Back to Amsterdam.”

      “Rose, how absolutely marvellous. And you’ll see him every day.”

      “I don’t know about that, Sadie, I’m going to look after a toddler, not accompany Mr Werdmer ter Sane to nightclubs.”

      There was a little burst of laughter and then a spate of questions between gobbling their dinners with one eye on the clock. Milk pudding and strong tea brought their meal to an end and they got up to go back on duty. Only Sadie lingered. “Have fun, Rose, I wish it was me…”

      Rose smiled at her friend. “I’m sure he wishes it was you, too, love. But Miss Timms didn’t give him a chance.”

      Sadie brightened. “Keep reminding him about me,” she urged. “I know I’m going to marry and settle down but I wouldn’t mind one final fling.”

      Rose finished her packing, showered and got into a cotton jersey shirtwaister; not high fashion, but very simple and suitable for a journey, then she went to phone her aunt.

      Aunt Millicent took the news calmly, merely hoping that her little patient would make a good recovery and voicing the opinion that travel broadened the mind and would Rose be sure and keep her money in a safe place. “And let me know how you get on, my dear,” she finished. “We shall both be glad to hear from you; here’s Maggie.”

      Maggie disliked the telephone; her voice, faintly apprehensive, came over the wire hesitantly. “Take care now,” she begged Rose, “and don’t eat too much of that nasty foreign food. Come back soon, love.”

      Rose put the receiver back; they were dears, the pair of them, the moment she got back when she had days off she’d go and see СКАЧАТЬ