"You needn’t bother to say any more. I understand perfectly," Riona hissed, clutching his dressing gown to her throat tightly. "I'm the hired help, that's all. I mustn't dare get above my station, nor should I inconvenience you by giving you any cause for worry about an unwanted child. I’ll pack my things now, sir, and trouble you no more."
"Don’t be silly! Where would you go?" Lucien demanded as he ran after her and blocked the door before she could leave.
Riona turned her back to him then, not even daring to look at him for fear of feeling an even bigger fool than she already did. "To find my father, which is why I was coming to Dublin in the first place, and I shall seek employment elsewhere."
"Riona, be reasonable," Lucien demanded angrily. "So far as we've heard, your father has gone to England with his employer. As for you looking for work elsewhere, you already have a job. I just want you to be sure that if I, well, er, if I do do anything foolish towards you ever again, I want you to stop me. It isn’t right, do you understand? If there is any, er, trouble, well of course I will help you. I want you to stay in this house at least until you are sure, do I make myself plain?
"Then hopefully this whole thing will blow over. I don’t want to ruin your whole bright promising future just because I found myself lonely. It was just raw desire. It got out of hand. I’m sorry."
Lucien walked away from the door then, and sat down with a sigh.
"And you mean I wasn’t lonely too? And that I didn’t desire you?" Riona asked suddenly, her hand on the door knob.
"D-d-don’t be silly, the medical books tell us that women aren’t the same as men in that way," Lucien stammered.
"In what way?" Riona asked sarcastically.
"Well, you know, they don’t feel the same sort of needs, or pleasures." He shrugged, running his fingers through his hair. "The pains of Eve, you know..." he added lamely.
Riona smirked. "I see, so I was groaning in agony a few hours ago, was I?"
"Don’t, please, I don’t wish to be reminded of my callous behaviour!" Lucien protested vehemently.
"Forget I mentioned it, then," Riona said with a dangerous smile, and stalked out.
Lucien shook his head as she left.
Why were women such a mystery? he wondered. Certainly Riona was the biggest enigma he had ever come across.
Almost as confusing as the feelings which surged through him every time he looked at her, and which Lucien desperately wished he could suppress….
Chapter Twenty-four
Lucien tried to maintain his resolve not to see Riona alone, or approach her in any way which might lead them to repeat their two nights of passion together, but it was so difficult to live under the same roof with her, work with her, and not want to be with her night and day.
After an uneasy truce for three days, in which Riona was completely silent except when spoken to, and worked long hours outside the house, either at the clinic, or attending some lectures he had arranged for her, Lucien found himself making up pretexts for seeing her.
He had many clinical examinations, particularly of female patients, that he let her sit in on, and discussed with her afterwards, and of course he was always eager to hear what she had learnt at her lectures.
Bath time again reminded him of their former intimacies, even though there was no more companionable chit-chat through the partition door. Riona never once stepped foot inside his bedroom or dressing room, she simply took her bath first, and left, or, if he got in before her, she waited outside in the hallway with a book until he was finished.
If Riona cut short her time in the dining room with him at supper to go do some more reading, he usually managed to find an excuse to go into the library or the two studies to carry out some work there.
Their relationship continued on in this way for about another fortnight, until one evening when Lucien received catastrophic news.
Riona and Lucien were in the dining room finishing their supper. Riona was reading up on some details for a lecture and demonstration she was to see the following day, whilst Lucien sat there pretending to read the paper, but in truth looking at her longingly and hoping she would speak to him.
Suddenly, Old Tom, from his house out in County Wicklow, entered the room, and brought Lucien the devastating news that his uncle Oliver had just suffered a severe stroke.
Lucien jumped up instantly to gather his things, overwhelmed and distracted by his emotions, and trying to fetch everything he would need in a hurry.
Riona remained calm, packing some clean shirts and a change of clothes, his toilet kit, and then fetching his bag and cloak, before asking quietly, "Do you wish me to come with you to help?
Lucien hesitated only for a second before nodding gratefully, and she was ready herself within minutes.
On the way down in the carriage, Lucien filled her in on details from his family life. "Oliver is my father’s only brother, as different from him as the sun from the moon. He was my constant boyhood companion, until of course Quentin was born. My sister was always a trifle weak and sickly, and in any case my father wanted me to be manly. It would have been unmanly to spend time with girls, not even my own mother," he laughed bitterly.
Riona nodded wordlessly, and though that went a long way to explaining his reticence towards women.
"He was a amateur writer, poetry mostly, and interested in nature, herbs, trees and flowers, that sort of thing. Being the youngest son, he had very little money of his own, so he acted as my teacher in exchange for his room and board. He’s been living out at the old house ever since, but to tell you the truth, I haven’t spent nearly as much time with him as I should what with the clinic arrangements and everything else.
"I ran into him at the club where I had luncheon with Edward and Stewart just the other day, and I promised I would bring you around one Sunday to meet him. Good lord, he simply can’t die..." Lucien gasped, his voice cracking with emotion.
Riona held his hand sympathetically and said nothing, merely listened to his outpourings of emotion.
The old man was in a terrible state when they arrived, and Lucien immediately picked a fight with the doctor attending him, and sent him packing.
Riona wisely said nothing, but merely followed Lucien’s instructions and passed on some of her own to the maid and serving boy who were on hand when they arrived.
Riona was interested to see the house where Lucien had grown up, but in her opinion it was the most gloomy and depressing house she had ever set eyes on.
Everything was cold and stark, pained a pale yellow, and all the furniture and upholstery and curtains were dark brown. The house was about one hundred and fifty years old, and was draughty and echoing.
Riona tried to make herself comfortable in the chamber she had been assigned, a small bedroom just near the sick room in case she should be needed. But it was cold and damp, and if Riona didn’t know better she might even have said it was haunted.
Lucien attended his uncle all that night, and would have continued straight on until the next morning had Riona not insisted he go lie down next door in her room.
"I’ll call you if anything changes, Lucien, I promise. But you won’t be any good to him or anyone else if you don’t get some sleep," Riona insisted, putting an arm around him and leading him firmly away.
"You will call me?" Lucien asked wearily as he began to strip off his waistcoat and filthy shirt and threw himself on the small bed so heavily that it groaned alarmingly in protest.
"I will, Lucien, I promise. I’ve slept, really I have, so I’ll be fine," Riona answered his unspoken question hurriedly as he looked at her with his penetrating golden eyes, before at last closing them.
Once he had tucked himself in under the covers, Riona stoked up the fire in the chilly bedroom, and went back to Uncle Oliver’s room.
It was a simple room, with only a bed, desk, and chair, and a small wooden chair by the window. The whole room was lined from floor to ceiling with books, proclaiming the occupant of the room
a learned man of great taste.
Riona marvelled at all the books on the shelves, and decided here was a man she could have enjoyed getting to know. Also, here was the man partly responsible for the person Lucien had become. His grim father had no doubt made a huge impression on Lucien. Uncle Oliver was surely the man to thank for the hidden warmth and affection within Lucien which Riona often saw desperately struggling to come out.
Riona had seen Lucien looking at her in the past few days ever since their altercation in his bedroom. She had sensed he had been trying to mend fences with her, using the medical consultations and lectures as a excuse to try to resume their friendship on a more even footing.
Though she needed him, wanted him in a way which she had never imagined possible, Riona could see now that the last thing she needed to do was push him. If they were meant to be together, things would happen of their own accord, just as they had unexpectedly drifted into each other’s lives, and into becoming lovers. They just had to take one day and night at a time.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of golden green eyes upon her, and looked over to see the old man staring at her from the bed.
"Hello, Uncle Oliver, I’m Lucien’s friend Riona," she said quietly, moving closer to the bed to stroke his hair back from his forehead. "Can you understand me?"
Oliver made a rasping sound, and never even blinked, so intently was he staring at her.
"Are you in pain?" Riona asked worriedly.
Again Oliver tried to speak, but failed.
Riona could see him having difficulty, so she suggested, "Blink once if you understand me."
One blink.
"Good, we’re getting somewhere," Riona said encouragingly. "Would you like me to get you something to eat or drink?"
One blink.
"Drink?"
One blink.
As she poured him a glass of water, Oliver kept trying to say a word, which sounded like "Anna."
When Riona had finished helping him drink the water and eat some broth which the maid brought when she rang the bell, she wiped his face and combed his hair, and then put fresh sheets on the bed.
Finally she ventured into the small bedroom and saw Lucien just beginning to stir.
"He’s conscious now, and he's trying to speak, though it's coming out garbled," Riona informed him as he swung his legs over the side of the bed hurriedly, before she reassured him that there was no need to rush, the maid was with his uncle for a moment.
"What did he say?" Lucien asked as he rubbed his stubbled chin with a grimace.
"Anna, I think. Is that anyone in your family?
His dark brows knit. "It’s my mother’s sister. but they’ve never met, at least so far as I know."
"Where does Anna live?"
"Up north, on the coast. They came from Donegal originally," Lucien added distractedly as he splashed some cold water on his face and chest before drying himself and tugging on the fresh shirt which Riona brought him. Then he headed next door to see Oliver.
"Uncle, can you hear me?" Lucien asked loudly as he took the old man’s hand.
"I’ll go get you some food now, shall I, Lucien?"
"That would be wonderful, thank you." Lucien smiled gratefully, and patted her hand before she left.
Over the next week, they all took it in turns to nurse the old man. Riona and Lucien had little time alone together, but he often held her hand or gave her a brief hug or kiss to express his gratitude for all her patience and support.
Certainly the old man seemed to appreciate all her efforts, for every time she was in the room, he tried to speak, and sometimes even get up from the bed.
"He must think I’m someone else," Riona said, embarrassed, as he clung onto her with his good hand one day.
Lucien had nodded.
Quentin and Antoinette made one appearance at the patient’s bedside, but at the sight of the slack-lipped, partly paralysed old man, Antoinette had stalked out and insisted on waiting in the carriage, and that was the last Riona and Lucien heard about any help from that quarter.
A nurse came in to assist as well, with Lucien offering Riona the chance to go back to the clinic and leave everything to him out in the country.
But Riona wouldn’t hear of it. "If I watch during the night, then I can go back in the day to tend to a few things, and then come back in the afternoon for a rest and help again in the evenings."
"Really, you don’t have to," Lucien protested mildly, though he was grateful for the interest she was taking.
"I want to, Lucien. Uncle Oliver seems to be doing so well with my reading to him," Riona observed.
"Yes, he certainly seems to have taken to you," Lucien remarked. "It’s odd, really. He was always shy of strangers."
Riona shrugged. "He probably thinks I'm an old friend or your aunt. He's just confused, I’m sure."
"Listen, Riona, words don’t come easily to me, but I just want to say thank you for all you’ve done, the reading and everything," Lucien said, putting his arm around her.
"Really, Lucien, it’s the least I can do," Riona said, trying to step away as she sensed they were growing too close to one another again. She certainly didn’t want to be accused of taking advantage of the situation for her own ends.
But Lucien held onto her waist and refused to let her go. "All the same, thank you," he breathed as he stared down into her sapphire blue eyes.
He kissed her on the lips then and held her close, until at last the sound of the nurse’s footstep on the stairs heralded her imminent arrival.
Only then did Lucien release Riona, and she stepped away to look out the window to hide her flaming cheeks.
"I have his bath water here, so if you two will excuse me," the nurse said quietly.
"Yes of course. I’ll just head into town now to pick up those things we discussed, Lucien. I’ll see you later," Riona said as she fled from the room.
"And I’m off for a sleep. God, but I’m tired," Lucien said as he followed her out onto the landing.
"You look it, Lucien. Lie down right now, before you fall down, and I’ll be back soon."
Riona took the carriage into town to do some chores at the clinic, order more supplies pay the wages, and balance the books. Then she went back to Merrion Square West to pick up some clean clothes for herself and Lucien and get the dirty ones laundered.
Towards evening, Riona headed back down to Wicklow, and relieved the nurse watching Uncle Oliver. She had said she would go to sleep in the afternoons, but with Lucien looking so peaceful lying in the bedroom, and the lovely sunset lifting her spirits, she went into the sick room.
Pulling the chair close, she began reading to him. By chance she had picked up a well-thumbed volume of Renaissance poetry, and remembered one that her mother had always liked:
To Lucasta by Richard Lovelace
Tell me not sweet, I am unkind
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore
I could not love thee dear so much
Loved I not honour more.
As she read it aloud, she heard a loud gurgling sound from the old man, and looked up to see him staring at her.
"Alanna," he cried, "Alanna!"
"No, no, I’m Riona," she tried to soothe him, and called for Lucien at the top of her voice.
"Don’t make the mistake I did, please. When you find love, hold onto it, no matter what the obstacles," he rasped, and fell back upon the pillows with a choking sound.
"Lucien! Lucien! come quickly!" Riona called again more loudly, and began trembling.
The irrational thought passed through her head that if the house wasn’t haunted, the old man certainly had been.
; "What’s happened?" Lucien demanded as he came charging in.
"I was reading aloud to him, then he began to shout, and finally he just collapsed," Riona said tearfully, wringing her slender fingers.
She waited with bated breath as Lucien listened to Oliver’s heart, and looked for any sign of life.
At least he straightened, and sighed. Pulling the sheet over the old man’s face, he sat down on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands.
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