Chapter ThreeIt was two o’clock before they ate the luncheon that Mrs. Banks had sent for them.
The doctor had come to the house and he said that it was a miracle that the point of the knife had not pierced the Earl’s heart.
If it had, he would have been dead.
As it was, he had to keep completely still so as not to lose any more blood.
Therefore the longer he remained unconscious the better.
“When he wakes up,” Dr. Emmerson said, who had looked after Olivia and her brother and sister since they were born, “I could give him something to make him sleep, but your mother’s herbs would be better.”
He smiled as he spoke.
Olivia knew that he had always encouraged the villagers to cure their illnesses with the herbs her mother grew in the garden.
“I have all Mama’s recipes,” Olivia told hi
