CHAPTER EIGHTEENAnn was better.
More than three weeks passed before she was sufficiently conscious to know Lydia and to give her a weak but welcoming smile as she came into the room.
“We have her on the right road at last,” Dr. Watson told Lydia when she came to the hospital one morning. “She has had a good night and she will soon be her old self again.”
Lydia could hardly believe the good news. It seemed to her years rather than weeks since the night of the Palace Ball.
Weeks of finding no encouragement in Dr. Watson’s grave reports, weeks of presenting a calm confidence that she did not feel to Tony and Tessa.
She trusted Dr. Watson implicitly, he told the truth to her frankly, neither mincing his words nor trying to raise her hopes. She liked him for his honesty and she grew to kno
