He found her now without much difficulty, a middle-aged woman, looking tired and somewhat harassed as she came out of the cabin carrying in her hands a bowl from which Lord Sheldon averted his eyes.
“I won’t be a moment, my Lord,” the stewardess said as she saw him and disappeared through a door where he could hear rushing water as she sluiced the bowl clean.
She came back wiping her hands and smiling.
Women of all ages and all classes invariably smiled at Lord Sheldon. There was something not only handsome, but also attractive about him, which they found irresistible.
“How is our patient?” Lord Sheldon asked.
“A bit more perky today, my Lord, and very grateful for the bottle of brandy you sent her.”
“I hope it helped her seasickness.”
“I’ve always found there’s nothing like brandy,
