“Struggling, Miss Montford, definitely struggling.”
Valeria gently pushed open the door and stepped into the room.
“I have come to sit with his Lordship. The doctor says it will help for friends and relations to talk to him.”
The valet looked rather doubtful and Valeria sat on the chair beside the bed.
“I will be here if anything should be needed, Miss Montford,” murmured George.
Nothing seemed to have changed in the condition of Lord Waterford.
Valeria’s heart contracted as she saw how bloodless his face seemed to be and heard once again the laboured manner of his breathing.
Gently she took his hand in hers. It was cold and she started to rub it gently, looking at him closely to see if there was any indication that he felt her touch.
There was nothing.
Speaking calmly, she bega
