Miss Octavia Insists (The Henningtons Book 2) by Camille Oster

Author:Camille Oster [Oster, Camille]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

AS THE DAYS PASSED, FINN did gain more strength, but the brace was much too uncomfortable to sleep in. Mr. Fuller had to help him out of it each night and then into it in the morning. It was a risk, but sleeping with it on was just impossible.

During the day, he managed to get up and sit. Anything more than that was just beyond him at this point. But he felt better being able to sit rather than lie in bed endlessly.

His guests diligently stayed. At the same time, he wished not to inconvenience them, but he was grateful for the company, feeling that having something to participate in was helping him with his recovery rather than simply existing in an empty house. Mr. Fuller, for being a saint for putting up with this, was not a great conversationalist.

Of late, he became grateful for small victories, and even tiny pleasures. Slowly, he was healing, but he was worried about the strain on his most trusted retainer.

“There you are,” Mr. Torville said, appearing in the salon. “You look much better.”

“I feel better.” At least he didn’t feel at risk of passing out anymore. He might not have the strength to do much more than sit, however. It was still a good step.

Outside the window, Finn could see Miss Octavia walking. The weather was cold and gray, but the rain had stopped for a moment. Perhaps she was finding the house tedious and stifling too. In fact, she was missing much of the activities in London, and by the looks of it, she thrived on the social scene. There was also some new man she had an interest in, apparently, and she was forgoing all that to be here for him.

It was touching, and the most anyone had ever done for him. “I am grateful for your company,” he said to Melville.

“It’s a difficult time for you, and even as you were a complete stranger when I came here, I’d like to think of us as friends.” They’d even managed a game of cards after supper the last two evenings. Granted, supper was held at six and he was in bed and asleep by seven-thirty. “It’s good to see you getting stronger.” There was a tone that suggested that Melville was starting to think about returning to his life.

“You have been very kind and considerate, and thanks to you, I’m accumulating a wine cellar many would be envious of.”

“Well, it was a pleasure to sample our way to perfection.” The sampling had been one of the main pastimes. They’d debated which they’d liked and then ordered more of them. A curious amount of alcohol had been delivered to the house, and sacks of flour.

“I feel like I have waylaid you too long,” Finn offered.

“Nonsense. What are friends for?”

“Sometimes friends need to encourage their friends to not escape their own lives for too long.”

Melville smiled. “Julius is returning soon.” His eyes were on Octavia, who leisurely walked across the lawn. She seemed to have no particular destination.

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