The Swan Maid. Dilly Court

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       Chapter Three

      ‘If you’re unwell you must wait your turn. I’m off duty.’ The voice was cultured, but the tone was clipped and impatient.

      ‘No, I’m not ill.’ Lottie hurried after her. ‘Please could you spare me a moment of your time? I’ve waited here all day for a chance to speak to you.’

      Florence stopped just short of the street door. She turned slowly, her face a pale oval in the light of a gas lamp. ‘What do you want of me?’

      ‘I’d dearly love to accompany you to the Crimea, Miss Nightingale.’

      ‘Are you a trained nurse?’

      ‘Not exactly.’

      ‘I’m sorry. I can’t help you.’ Florence was about to leave the building, but Lottie caught her by the sleeve.

      ‘Please give me a chance.’

      Florence fixed Lottie with a piercing gaze, from which there was no escape. ‘You’re very young. How old are you?’

      ‘I’m twenty, Miss Nightingale. I’ll be twenty-one in January.’

      ‘I don’t consider anyone under twenty-three. If you want to be a nurse, you must train in a hospital here, at home. Now, allow me to go on my way.’

      ‘Is this person bothering you, Miss Nightingale?’ A uniformed porter hurried up to them, glaring at Lottie.

      ‘No, she was just making enquiries.’ Florence’s stern expression lightened into what was almost a smile. ‘What is your name, young lady?’

      ‘Charlotte Lane, ma’am.’

      ‘Good luck, Charlotte.’ Florence nodded to the porter and he held the door open for her.

      Lottie watched spellbound as the small figure climbed into a waiting carriage.

      ‘You was lucky,’ the porter said tersely. ‘She could have had you thrown out.’

      ‘Yes, but she turned me down. I just wanted to do something useful.’

      ‘Go home, miss. It’s getting late and a young person like yourself shouldn’t be roaming the streets unaccompanied.’

      Lottie was about to tell him she was quite capable of looking after herself, when she heard footsteps approaching. She turned to see Lieutenant Gillingham striding towards them.

      ‘It’s Lottie, isn’t it?’ He came to a halt beside her. ‘I thought I recognised you.’

      ‘Yes, sir.’ She bobbed a curtsey, out of habit rather than necessity. Even this far from the inn she had a sneaking feeling that Mrs Filby might be hiding around the next corner, watching her.

      ‘What are you doing here on your own?’

      The porter cleared his throat noisily. ‘I told her it was late for a young lady to be wandering the streets, sir.’

      ‘Yes, thank you. I know this lady and I’ll see her safely home.’

      The porter muttered something as he stalked off to deal with a drunk who was swearing and threatening to punch a young doctor.

      A sudden thought occurred to Lottie and she shivered. ‘It’s not Private Ellis, is it, sir? He hasn’t taken a turn for the worse?’

      Gillingham smiled and shook his head. ‘As far as I know, Ellis is already back on duty and doing well. I was visiting a patient: my old nanny, God bless her. She’s very frail, but determined to make a full recovery, and she’s the only family I have left now.’ He proffered his arm. ‘Anyway, you must allow me to escort you home.’

      ‘I can find my own way back to Gresham Street, thank you all the same,’ Lottie said with as much dignity as she could muster.

      ‘I dare say you could, but I am headed that way, and we could share a cab.’

      ‘You’re going to The Swan?’

      ‘My colonel’s lady is arriving on the mail coach from Bath, and I’ve been detailed to meet her, which is why I took the opportunity to visit the hospital. I’ve booked two rooms for us at The Swan and we will travel on to Chatham in the morning.’

      ‘Oh, well, in that case, thank you.’ Lottie had been prepared to walk, but it was a hot night and there was a sense of unrest in the humid, foul-smelling air. A ride home would be more than welcome.

      Gillingham ushered her outside onto the forecourt where a cab had just dropped off a fare. ‘The Swan with Two Necks, Gresham Street, cabby.’ He handed Lottie into the vehicle and climbed in after her. ‘Were you visiting someone in the hospital? It’s not the best place to be during a cholera epidemic.’

      ‘I wanted to speak to Miss Nightingale.’

      ‘By Jove, that’s a worthy ambition. Did you succeed?’

      ‘Yes, I spoke to her, although much good it did me.’

      He settled back against the leather squabs. ‘I don’t understand.’

      ‘I want to go to the Crimea. I wanted to join her team of nurses.’

      ‘Really?’ He eyed her speculatively. ‘Did looking after Private Ellis have anything to do with your decision?’

      ‘I suppose it did, in a way. I realised that I could do better than waiting hand and foot on travellers at the inn. I was born into an army family, and spent my first six years in India. Talking to Private Ellis brought it all back to me, and suddenly it seemed the most natural СКАЧАТЬ