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Ella arrived at Charles’s townhouse two hours later, hastily thanking his butler, Mr. Ramsey.
“Good afternoon, Ramsey. I’ve come to see my brother and Lord Kent.”
The butler nodded. “This way. His lordship mentioned you may come by,” Mr. Ramsey replied, and his eyes deepened with concern. “Your brother and Lord Kent are resting upstairs. Which do you prefer to see first?”
“My brother,” she added, and Ramsey showed her to an upstairs chamber. Graham was sleeping, but Ramsey assured her that the doctor had said he would be better in a few days.
“I must warn you, Miss Humphrey, Lord Kent is in a bad way, a very bad way indeed. Best to brace yourself.”
“Thank you.” She followed him to another bedroom. The room was dark, but a few lamps had been lit. Ella’s heart skipped a beat as she g
