The Lord’s Highland Temptation. Diane Gaston

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       Chapter Four

      Mairi again left his room with her heart racing. When the Englishman looked at her with those vivid blue eyes all she could see was pain. Not physical pain, but the kind that reaches down into one’s soul, the kind of pain with which she was acutely familiar. It felt like a bond with him.

      What nonsense, though.

      She shook off the feeling and hurried to the kitchen, where Niven was happily munching on some biscuits Cook had given him.

      ‘Niven, I need you to bring Mr Lucas his clothing and satchel and everything that was in it. They are in the footmen’s room.’

      Her brother looked up at her. ‘Zounds, Mairi. No need to bark orders at me. I want to help.’

      She walked over to him and ruffled his hair, which always annoyed him. ‘I am sorry, Niven. I do not know what I would do without you.’

      He ran a testy hand through his hair, but looked up at her with serious eyes. ‘Do you need me to forgo my visit with Crawfurd?’

      Niven knew their family was in financial difficulty, but Mairi did not have the heart to tell him precisely how serious she suspected it was and how she feared it might result in him losing his birthright.

      ‘No, dear Brother.’ She kissed him on his head, another gesture that irked him. ‘You deserve some enjoyment.’

      He waved her away, but grinned at her.

      She made her way up the stairs to the hall. Papa and Mama would be up by now and they should be informed about what the doctor had said.

      Davina stood at the foot of the staircase. ‘I just saw Niven in the kitchen. He said he’d be taking care of Mr Lucas today. I do not see why he gets to do it. Why can I not help?’

      Mairi opened her mouth to answer, but Davina interrupted.

      ‘Never mind saying it isn’t proper. You have to help, so I should be able to help as well.’

      Mairi put her arm around Davina’s shoulders. ‘There is plenty to do here besides seeing to Mr Lucas, Davina, as you well know.’

      ‘But I wanted to be the Good Samaritan.’ Davina’s lip trembled.

      ‘You have already been the Good Samaritan,’ Mairi assured her. ‘By finding Mr Lucas and seeing he was helped.’

      ‘Niven is telling everyone he found him,’ she protested. ‘But it was me. I saw him first.’

      ‘And you could have walked by him. That makes you like the Good Samaritan.’

      Davina’s eyes widened. ‘I could never have walked by him!’

      Mairi’s younger sister possessed a pure, kind heart. She was sweet. And unspoiled.

      Mairi gave her a hug. ‘Let us find Mama and Papa and tell them that Mr Lucas is much improved.’

      * * *

      Their parents were in the morning room finishing a leisurely breakfast with one of the footmen, Robert, to attend them.

      Davina entered the room first, rushing up to her mother. ‘Good morning, Mama. Good morning, Papa.’ She kissed both on the cheek.

      Mairi poured herself a cup of tea and sat at the table. ‘The sick man is much better. His fever broke at last. Mr Grassie was here earlier.’ Her father lowered his newspaper to listen.

      ‘Oh, yes, the sick man.’ Her mother spoke as if she’d forgotten about him. ‘What did the good doctor say?’

      ‘Mr Grassie has prescribed rest. The man must stay here for a week or so.’ Mairi softened the time frame and omitted the part about him being contagious, both matters guaranteed to rattle her mother. And, of course, Mairi neglected to mention that she had been the one caring for Mr Lucas.

      Her father turned back to his paper. ‘Good man, Grassie.’

      Her mother smiled approvingly at her husband’s pronouncement. ‘Indeed he is.’ She glanced back at Mairi. ‘See that the servants give our patient good care, will you, Mairi?’

      Robert glanced at Mairi, his bland expression turning to one of worry.

      She nodded to him so he’d know she noticed, before answering her mother. ‘I will see to it, Mama. His name is Mr Lucas, by the way.’

      ‘Lucas?’ Her mother looked up in thought. ‘I do not believe we know any Lucases.’

      ‘He is an Englishman, Mama.’

      ‘An Englishman?’ Her father dropped his paper again. ‘I do not fancy an Englishman in our house.’ Her father prided himself on being a full-blooded Scottish patriot.

      ‘It will only be a few days.’ She changed the subject. ‘What plans have you for today?’

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