“And Gillian, how is she? I didn’t get to see her before she left this morning.”
“She seems fine. That woman has a strong, sturdy skull, thank heavens.”
As he and Dr. Wilkes entered into the dining room, James collected a plate and helped himself to kippers and eggs and coffee before he took a seat facing the gardens. Dr. Wilkes walked to the window and stared at the view.
“Is my mother resting?” James asked.
“Yes.” The doctor turned toward James, still frowning. “My lord, she’s beginning to lose control of her limbs, and she’s been trying to walk about without the servants to watch for her. I’m worried that if she falls, we won’t…” The man’s words faded into the silence of the room.
James set his fork down, his stomach knotting painfully. “What do you propose we do?”
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