“Sometimes, no matter how hard a physician tries, there is no saving the patient,” the younger woman retorted impatiently. “Everyone knows that. Surely they haven’t accused Father of murder if he’s done everything that he could for the man!”
Helene held up both hands. “I’m not the one accusing him,” she reminded her niece. “I don’t know what the true story is. All I know is that your father has been accused of murder, and that he faces not only losing his livelihood but possible execution if we don’t find some way to disprove these accusations.”
Charlene was silent for a long moment. Execution? She couldn’t imagine life without her father.
It had been a number of years now since Charlene had lived with him, but she still saw him as frequently as she could whenever she chaperoned the young women to Bath. Not only did Dr. Ellington support his daughter, but Charlene knew that if the man was ruined, and especially if he was executed, there was no way that she could ever hope to practice medicine either; no matter how elderly of a spinster she became.
She and Helene would be ruined for life. The family’s reputation would be tarnished irreparably, and they would become paupers.
As though echoing Charlene’s bleakest of thoughts, Helene asked, “What are we going to do?”
Charlene thought about it for a moment. The only thing that could save Father, she knew, was for a member of the peerage to vouch for him. The only person she could think of who could help with that was Lord Eric Cumberland.
That made a certain amount of sense, actually. He had told Charlene once, ten years ago now, that if ever she needed anything, he would help her out.
The two hadn’t exactly stayed in contact. Eric sent her at least a letter or two each year, but Charlene knew better than to respond to them.
Nor had they ever dared to meet again in person. He was of a much different circle than she was. He didn’t go by the title of Duke, at least not in the letters that he sent her, but Charlene knew that Eric’s father had died recently and that he had taken on all of his father’s responsibilities. Eric had a dukedom to look after; he couldn’t possibly have time to help her.
What else was there to try, though? And was it not a sign that he was there in London at the moment? He would probably be at this same ball that Matilda was hoping to attend wearing the dress that Charlene had been contemplating when Aunt Helene first knocked on her door.
It was a desperate attempt, but it was the only one that Charlene could think of.
She clasped her Αunt Helene’s hands between her own. “I have an idea,” Charlene told her. “You’ll just have to trust me.”
Helene looked like she didn’t know if she really wanted that, but finally, at long last, the older woman nodded.
A few days later, Charlene was at the ball with Matilda and a few of the other eligible ladies of England and their escorts. She spotted Eric across the room.
Now what to do? She could hardly approach him in front of all of these people. It would undermine anything that Eric might try to do to help afterwards.
Finally, Charlene stepped to the side and conned one of the servants into carrying the young duke a message from her. Then, she headed to the library and waited nervously to see if he would come.
Lord Eric had promised to help her, once upon a time. He owed Charlene and her father a debt; the two of them had saved his life.
On the other hand, Eric was the son of a duke, and he had far more important things on his plate than helping a doctor and his daughter.
Besides, how serious had the boy been, when he promised his help at some point in the future? For all Charlene knew, he promised that sort of help to everyone.
Not only that, but even as the son of Duke of Havenport, he had always had to be careful what sorts of scandals he got involved with.
Charlene still couldn’t believe that he had been so bold as to kiss her, that morning that he was leaving Bath after she had helped to save his life.
That was totally out of the bounds of modern society. He hadn’t seemed concerned about that, though, and he had never apologized.
Charlene hadn’t wanted him to apologize, actually.
But now, as a duke himself, he had to be even more careful. Dr. Ellington had been accused of poisoning an eminent peer of the realm.
What if it hadn’t been Charlene’s father doing the poisoning but someone else with a political motive? Eric couldn’t get himself caught up in the middle of that. Surely he would renege on his offer for help?
Then again, Eric had been telling the truth when he said that he wished for the two of them to keep in touch.
He had been the one to initiate their letter-sending, and even though Charlene hadn’t responded to any more than one of his letters, Eric had continued sending them, all these years.
Charlene knew everything about him, she felt. In his letters, he was open about his life and frank about his fears and shortcomings as a man and as a new duke. She could only wonder what he might know about her in return.
Charlene sighed. She knew that she might as well ask his help. There was nothing to lose by asking.
She rubbed her damp palms down her dress, glad that the one she was wearing was of a darker navy, so the marks wouldn’t show.
Charlene hoped that Eric would be here soon, before she was missed in the main ballroom. She truly hoped that he could help her on her quest to clear her father’s name.
About Lucinda Nelson
Lucinda Nelson has grown up and now lives in Concord, New Hampshire.
She has studied and worked as a librarian and her meticulous research in History inspired an everlasting love for Historical Romance.
She discovered Bronte Sisters at her early teens and she has been fond of heroines like Jane Eyre, ever since.
She finally got the guts to participate on a writing contest on 2017. From right then she decided that plotting romances with rakish men and smart, feisty women, was an excitement she couldn’t stay away from. Except the times she is chasing down her two young boys.
Other than writing, Lucinda delights in watching theatrical plays, reading mystery novels and her latest discovery is cake decoration, something that she owes to her sons and her weakness for sweets.
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