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be doing the old boy a world of good!" he offered, still looking at the old man and how he held himself, now also apparently able to turn his head and sit up better. His eyes slid to the pretty nurse standing behind the wheelchair, then to John's own nurse. "Mind you, if all the doctor's nurses are as pretty as these two, then I think I'd like to fall ill too," he chuckled.
"Richard can communicate now, albeit just with nods or shakes of his head, but he'll regain his speech soon we think," John told him.
"Well that's marvellous news. The men at the club were very worried, following the stroke. A number of us have joint holdings, you see," Sir Oswald explained.
"And you'd heard adverse news, had you?" John asked softly, glancing between Sir Oswald and the young woman seated across from him. Isabel reacted by blushing brightly and refusing to look at him.
"All I said was that the car wasn't to be fixed for over a week," she cried, now brightly blushing.
"Didn't you tell him why it needed to be fixed in the first place?" John asked.
"What use is a car if it's all broken!" Isabel cried angrily. "Uncle Oswald, you don't know what it's been like since these people arrived. Nothing's the same and I'm almost ignored!" she cried, lifting a little handkerchief to her eyes and loudly sniffing.
"That's enough I think," John told her.
"No! No! It's not fair. Daddy should be put in a home or something. I can look after the house," she cried.
John nodded and looked towards the girl's father, gauging his mood from his expression before nodding once again. "Go to your room now Isabel," he ordered.
"No. I won't! You can't make me!" she cried angrily.
Her father's growl caught her attention and everyone turned towards the old man as an arm rose and a finger extended towards the door. "Go!" growled the old man.
The word was deep and growling but surprisingly clear. Isabel gave a gasp, then turned to rush from the room, wailing off and up the stairs until the loud slam of her room silenced any further cries.
"I'm sorry you had to come down because of that," John murmured, refilling Sir Oswald's glass and taking one for himself.
"Oh, don't worry about me!" the man told him, waving the issue aside. "Tell me more of this treatment of O'Connor's," he asked. "It obviously has applications outside of traumatised soldiers," he said, looking between them for further answers.
"We could give you an example of some of the treatment if you'd like," Penny told him, grinning brightly and seductively.
John laughed at Sir Oswald's expression and shook his head. "Not these two," he told the wealthy man. "But we've found a maid who has the right disposition and has indicated her willingness to learn to become a nurse.
"Certainly, I think I need something to relax me from the long journey from London," Sir Oswald agreed with an excited grin.
"Debora, fetch Lilly and have her come to Sir Oswald's room. I'll see him settled," John said, leading Sir Oswald from the room.
"What do you intend to do with Lord Richard's daughter?" Sir Oswald asked of John as he followed the Captain up the stairs to the first floor landing.
"I'll discuss it with Lord Richard, but I suspect the girl will be given some form of punishment," John murmured, unwilling to have Isabel overhear any of their conversation.
"The girl has caused me some embarrassment, not to say having to rearrange my diary. Being witness to anything like that would be ample compensation," Sir Oswald murmured, shown into one of the guest rooms to find his bags had already been brought up.
"I'll bear that in mind," John agreed, beginning to savour the idea of having the haughty young woman adequately turned over and bared, taking some while and effort to ensure her no doubt smooth and pale bottom was adequately decorated with cuts that would last some while.
Lilly arrived at the door, already flushed and somewhat breathless, her eyes darting between the two men as she executed a neat little
"Richard can communicate now, albeit just with nods or shakes of his head, but he'll regain his speech soon we think," John told him.
"Well that's marvellous news. The men at the club were very worried, following the stroke. A number of us have joint holdings, you see," Sir Oswald explained.
"And you'd heard adverse news, had you?" John asked softly, glancing between Sir Oswald and the young woman seated across from him. Isabel reacted by blushing brightly and refusing to look at him.
"All I said was that the car wasn't to be fixed for over a week," she cried, now brightly blushing.
"Didn't you tell him why it needed to be fixed in the first place?" John asked.
"What use is a car if it's all broken!" Isabel cried angrily. "Uncle Oswald, you don't know what it's been like since these people arrived. Nothing's the same and I'm almost ignored!" she cried, lifting a little handkerchief to her eyes and loudly sniffing.
"That's enough I think," John told her.
"No! No! It's not fair. Daddy should be put in a home or something. I can look after the house," she cried.
John nodded and looked towards the girl's father, gauging his mood from his expression before nodding once again. "Go to your room now Isabel," he ordered.
"No. I won't! You can't make me!" she cried angrily.
Her father's growl caught her attention and everyone turned towards the old man as an arm rose and a finger extended towards the door. "Go!" growled the old man.
The word was deep and growling but surprisingly clear. Isabel gave a gasp, then turned to rush from the room, wailing off and up the stairs until the loud slam of her room silenced any further cries.
"I'm sorry you had to come down because of that," John murmured, refilling Sir Oswald's glass and taking one for himself.
"Oh, don't worry about me!" the man told him, waving the issue aside. "Tell me more of this treatment of O'Connor's," he asked. "It obviously has applications outside of traumatised soldiers," he said, looking between them for further answers.
"We could give you an example of some of the treatment if you'd like," Penny told him, grinning brightly and seductively.
John laughed at Sir Oswald's expression and shook his head. "Not these two," he told the wealthy man. "But we've found a maid who has the right disposition and has indicated her willingness to learn to become a nurse.
"Certainly, I think I need something to relax me from the long journey from London," Sir Oswald agreed with an excited grin.
"Debora, fetch Lilly and have her come to Sir Oswald's room. I'll see him settled," John said, leading Sir Oswald from the room.
"What do you intend to do with Lord Richard's daughter?" Sir Oswald asked of John as he followed the Captain up the stairs to the first floor landing.
"I'll discuss it with Lord Richard, but I suspect the girl will be given some form of punishment," John murmured, unwilling to have Isabel overhear any of their conversation.
"The girl has caused me some embarrassment, not to say having to rearrange my diary. Being witness to anything like that would be ample compensation," Sir Oswald murmured, shown into one of the guest rooms to find his bags had already been brought up.
"I'll bear that in mind," John agreed, beginning to savour the idea of having the haughty young woman adequately turned over and bared, taking some while and effort to ensure her no doubt smooth and pale bottom was adequately decorated with cuts that would last some while.
Lilly arrived at the door, already flushed and somewhat breathless, her eyes darting between the two men as she executed a neat little
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