“No, my lord,” Miss Royle said, her lips twitching with amusement. “She was most firm in her wish to see you for herself.”
“Cecily!” Honoria said indignantly. Marcus decided to ignore her.
“Is that so, Miss Royle?” he said, twisting even more in her direction. “My heart warms at her concern.”
“Marcus,” Honoria said, “stop this right now.”
“She is a dogged little thing,” he said.
“Marcus Holroyd,” Honoria said sternly, “if you do not stop poking fun at me this instant, I shall inform Mrs. Royle that indeed you do wish to be moved to Bricstan for the remainder of your convalescence.”
Marcus froze, trying not to laugh. He looked at Miss Royle, who was also trying not to laugh. They both lost the battle.
“Mrs. Royle is most eager to show off her nursing skills,” Honoria added with a devilishly placid smile.
“You win, Honoria,” Marcus said, sitting back against the sofa cushions. But his laughter gave way to a fit of coughing, and it took him nearly a minute before he felt himself again.
“How long were you in the rain last night?” Honoria demanded. She rose to her feet and touched his forehead, causing Miss Royle’s eyes to widen at the intimacy.
“Have I a fever?” he murmured.
“I don’t think so.” But she was frowning as she spoke. “You might be a little warm. Perhaps I should get you a blanket.”
Marcus started to tell her that that would not be necessary, but then he realized that a blanket sounded rather nice, actually. And he was strangely grateful that she had suggested it. So he nodded.
“I’ll get it,” Miss Royle said, hopping to her feet. “I saw a maid in the hall.”
As she left, Honoria sat back down, looking over at him with concern in her eyes. “I’m so sorry,” she said once they were alone. “I feel terrible about what happened to you.”
He waved away her apology. “I’ll be fine.”
“You never told me how long you were out in the rain,” she reminded him.
“An hour?” he guessed. “Probably two.”
She let out a miserable sigh. “I’m so sorry.”
He quirked a small smile. “You said that already.”
“Well, I am.”
He tried to smile at her again, because really, it was a ridiculous conversation, but he was overtaken by another fit of coughing.
She frowned with concern. “Maybe you should come to Bricstan.”
He couldn’t yet speak, but he speared her with a glare nonetheless.
“I worry about you here all alone.”
“Honoria,” he managed, coughing two more times before saying, “you’ll be going back to London soon. Mrs. Royle is the kindest of neighbors, I’m sure, but I would much prefer to recuperate in my own home.”
“Yes,” Honoria answered, shaking her head, “not to mention that she’d probably have you married off to Cecily before the end of the month.”
“Did someone say my name?” Cecily asked brightly, returning to the room with a dark blue blanket.
Marcus was overcome with another fit of coughing, this one only slightly feigned.
“Here you are,” Cecily said. She walked over with the blanket, then appeared not to know what to do with it herself. “Perhaps you should help him,” she said to Honoria.
Honoria took the blanket from her and walked over, unfolding it as she approached. “Here you are,” she said softly, leaning over to spread the soft wool over him. She smiled gently as she tucked the corners in. “Is that too tight?”
He shook his head. It was strange, being cared for.
When she was done with her task, she straightened, taking a deep breath before announcing that he needed tea.
“Oh, yes,” Miss Royle agreed. “That would be just the thing.”
Marcus didn’t even try to protest this time. He was sure he looked pathetic, all wrapped in a blanket with his foot stuck up on the table, and he couldn’t even imagine what they thought every time he started coughing. But he was finding it rather comforting to be fussed over, and if Honoria wanted to insist that he needed tea, he would be glad to make her happy by drinking it.
He told her where to find the pull to ring for tea, and she did so, settling back in her spot across from him after a maid came in and took their order.
“Has a surgeon been by to look at your ankle?” she asked.
“It’s not necessary,” he told her. “It’s not broken.”