“Thank you, Joe,” Ola replied. “I am very grateful to you.”
As she spoke, she realised that Joe was waiting for the tip he had been told she had promised him.
She quickly drew a small purse from the inside pocket of her cape, which was still lying behind her on the chair.
Before she could open it, however, the Marquis flicked a gold coin from his side of the fireplace towards Joe, who caught it deftly.
“Thank you, sir!” he said with a grin. “I’ll go upstairs now and see how the patient be. The Guv’nor said as how he’d stay with him till I comes back with the doctor.”
He disappeared and Ola looked at the Marquis.
“Can we go now – at once?” she asked.
“I have not yet said that I will take you with me.”
“But you will – please – say you will! You can leave me at Calais and I will find
