another.â
âWill you please leave us.â Roxanneâs manner was haughty, more the great lady than a governess. âAfter the doctor has been we shall want foodâperhaps some good chicken broth and fresh bread.â
He inclined his head, but made no other answer. Leaving the room, he paused to look back as Roxanne bent over the bed.
âMr Clarendon,â she said, placing a hand to Lukeâs forehead. He was feeling warm and a little damp. She thought perhaps he had started a fever. âDo not worry. I am here. I shall not leave you.â
The sound of the door shutting soundly made Roxanne look round. The landlord had gone and when she turned back, her patientâs eyelids fluttered and then opened.
âHas he gone?â he muttered. âThe place looks decentenough, but that fellow is a rascal. I donât trust him. You wonât leave me, Roxanne?â
âMiss Peters. I am your employee, remember?â
A wry laugh was wrung from his lips. âYou will make a damned fine actress, Roxanne. You reminded me of a strict governess I once hadâshe frightened the life out of us all, except the earl.â
âThe earl? Who is he?â
âOh, just someone we lived with when I was young. He isnât important.â Luke moaned and beads of sweat appeared on his brow. âI am sorry to make so much fuss. I wouldnât have thought a broken bone could be so painful. I do not recall it hurting this much when I broke my arm as a youngster.â
âYou had to ride here and be manhandled up the stairs. I have not been trained to set broken bones and the bandage I applied may have made the pain worse. When the doctor comes he will rebind it and give you something to help you sleep.â
âWill you sit with me while I sleep? Or perhaps you should keep the money with you? I do not trust him.â
âNor I,â she admitted. âDo you trust me with your gold?â
âWhat choice have I?â Luke reached out to touch her hand as she frowned. âNo, that was badly put. Yes, I trust you, Roxanne. It is odd, but I feel I have known you for ever. I know you will not desert me, for you have given your word.â
âThen I shall put the money somewhere safe.â
âIt is in my coat pocket, in a leather purse. I do notknow exactly what is there but it should be enough to see us safely back to London.â
Roxanne examined his coat and found the purse. She opened the strings and counted the gold, holding it out on her hand so that he could see.
âYou have ten gold sovereigns, sir. I think it should be adequate for the journey, donât you?â
âYou did not need to show me. I told you, I trust you. Now put them somewhere safe.â
âYes, I shall.â
Roxanne turned her back on him. Lifting her skirts, she located the secret pocket sewn into her petticoats and added the gold to her secret treasure. It felt heavy, making her very conscious of its presence, but she would become accustomed to the extra weight.
She turned back and saw Luke staring at her.
âIt is the safest place I know. My bundles could be searched or snatched.â
Luke nodded, his eyes narrowed and thoughtful. âYou are a resourceful woman, Roxanne. I wonder what your secret isâwhat you are not telling me?â
âWhy should you think I have a secret?â
How could he know? No, he could not. He was just testing her.
âI shall not pry,â Luke said and yawned, closing his eyes. âYou keep your secrets, Roxanneâand I shall keep mine.â
Roxanne turned her head. How had he sensed that she was hiding her secret? She had not told him about the day Sofia found her wandering, all memory of her previous life gone. Nor had she told him about thejewel she carried in her secret pocket. Sofia had told her she had been clutching it tightly in her right hand when she was found and refused to let go for days. She also