A Momentary Marriage(38)

“Yes, of course. For James. He tries to be so hard, you know, but he cares. He really does.” She turned toward her other son. “Doesn’t he, Walter?”

“Um . . . yes, yes, of course.”

“His father was the same. Poor Laurence. Vincent. And now James . . . oh, I cannot bear it. My sons!” She burst into sobs and threw herself against Walter’s chest.

Walter patted his mother’s back, and Laura abandoned him to the task, returning to the bedroom. James still sat on the edge of his bed. He offered a wry smile.

“I should have known you would handle Mother.” As she drew near, he reached out and wrapped his hand around her wrist. “Promise me you’ll keep the rest of them at bay.”

“Your family? James, they’ll want to see you.”

“To bid a fond farewell?”

“Well, yes. Don’t you . . . wouldn’t you like to see them?”

“Graeme, maybe. If you won’t let him get maudlin.”

She smiled faintly. “I’ll give him instructions.”

“If the others have to see me . . .” He shrugged a shoulder. “I suppose you must let them in for a bit. But I don’t want them hanging about watching me die, like I’m a performing monkey.”

“I won’t let them do that. I promise you.”

He nodded and turned to lie down. He closed his eyes, and after a moment he said, “Thank you.”

And that, almost more than anything, made her want to cry.





chapter 14


Walter returned with Demosthenes, and after the dog checked on James in his bed, he lay down across the door in his usual position. Laura suspected that the mastiff would be the most effective deterrent to anyone visiting James.

Laura got most of a cup of broth down James, and it seemed to give him some strength. James wanted to do his cough treatment on his own, but after a brief verbal tussle with Laura, he agreed to allow Walter or Owen to help him.

Realizing that behind his stubbornness lay embarrassment, Laura left the rooms during his treatment and went out to the gardens. She needed a few minutes to herself. It was frightening how quickly James had gotten worse. He had been pushing himself too hard, and the high fever last night had drained him of his remaining strength.

Were fevers common with tumors in the brain? It seemed odd. Laura wished she knew more about it. She felt helpless to deal with James’s illness. How could she sit there idly and watch him die? She thought of her father’s medical books. James had said he would send for the rest of her things. Given his usual orderly competence, those boxes from her house should be here by now.

Laura got up and hurried back to the house, reinvigorated by the prospect of doing something constructive. It took only a few minutes with the ever-efficient Simpson to learn that her trunks and crates had indeed arrived and were stored in the cellar. It would be, the butler assured her, no trouble to have the trunks carried to her bedroom.

James’s eyes were closed when Laura looked in on him, and she hesitated for a moment, not wanting to wake him. His eyes opened. “Laura. Come in.” He shoved himself to a sitting position. “I need to show you my will.”

“The will? No, James, that’s not important now.”

But James was insistent on doing it, and Laura gave in. She was amazed to learn the extent of the fortune he was leaving her, but she had come to know him well enough that it didn’t surprise her that he had left a trust to provide for the rest of the family, much as his father had. She did, however, object to the fact that he named her as one of the trustees of that fund.

“Why me? They are bound to resent it. They barely know me. You barely know me.”

“I know you well enough. I need a third trustee in case of a deadlock. Graeme is far too soft, especially where my mother is concerned, and the other trustee, Caulfield, can be hard. Like me, he understands numbers better than emotions. You, however, can be firm and kind. I trust your good sense. Besides . . .” A trace of his wicked smile touched his lips. “You’re so skilled at managing everyone.”

She brushed his hair back from his forehead. “Yes, well, I’m going to manage you now. You should sleep.”

Laura stayed by James’s bed throughout the day. Whenever he opened his eyes, he looked for her. She didn’t want him to awaken alone. As she sat there, she went through a few of her father’s books, looking for answers, but she could find nothing to help her fight a brain tumor.

The members of his family came to see him, all of them looking uneasy and, amazingly, a little shocked. Despite the strong evidence to the contrary, had they all believed that James would recover? She was prepared to move them out the door if they remained too long, but none seemed inclined to linger, nor did they come back frequently. To be fair, that might have had something to do with the fact that Demosthenes continued to lie directly across the doorway and growl whenever anyone approached.