I leapt from my bed, rushing to the door without a robe. “Eleanora? Please, come in.”
Eleanora Bryce, a brown-haired woman of middle age wearing widow’s brown, entered quickly, glancing behind her. “I’m grateful your man brought me.”
“Mary, this is Mrs. Eleanora Bryce.”
Mary curtsied low. “A pleasure, mum.”
I escorted Eleanora to my room, putting on a robe. Mary brought in tea. Then we sat at my tea-table.
“I’m sorry it took so long to visit,” Eleanora said. “Since that Diamond man came, people have been afraid to stay at my home. But David’s safe. I’m here as long as you need me.”
That was a relief. “Has David’s condition changed at all?”
“Well, mum, I didn’t want him to know you were still in Bridges. He got very quiet when he first heard — for a whole day, he didn’t rock at all!
