Chapter 6“I congratulate you, young lady, on having been lucky enough to have your wound treated so expertly,” the doctor said.
He was a hearty man who had been summoned on board at Gibraltar to examine Ola’s wound and could in fact find nothing wrong with it.
“I expect you’re feeling exhausted after your fever,” he went on, “but with rest and good food you’ll soon be on your feet again.”
“What about a tonic?” the Marquis suggested, who had come into the cabin after the doctor had finished examining Ola.
The doctor glanced round the luxurious surroundings and said with a twinkle in his eye,
“The best tonic I can prescribe comes from France.”
The Marquis smiled.
“I presume you mean champagne?”
“It’s what I always prescribe for my richer patients,” the doctor laughed, “but the poorer
