Kim Bretton

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Kim Bretton

Category Audiobooks
Language English (British)
Voice Age Middle Aged (35-54)
Description Bestselling audiobook from Sally Britton - Courting The Vicar's Daughter
Transcript Note: Transcripts are automatically transcribed and may contain errors.
Chapter one, December 31st 18 20. The snowfall in the darkening skies and the surrounding blanket of white made the ride from the Earl of Anne's Bree's house to Whitewood manner. Eerily silent. The only sound beyond Harry and his brother in law's breath was the jingle of the carriage harnesses. Neither man spoke, though Harry knew he ought to say something. Normally, he broke tension with a witty remark, but that was hardly appropriate in the circumstances. What if he won't let you help him? Harry said, suddenly disturbing the silence. I have to try, Harry. I'm a doctor. It is my duty to see to any who need medical attention. Nathaniel Hastings, Harry's brother in law, shifted in his seat. Tell me again exactly what the footman said. It was New Year's Eve, and both men had been attending a celebration at the Gilbert home, where their family and friends had gathered to feast, play games and sing until the old year ended. No further parties would be had in the country. For many months, Asil, the nobility and many members of the gentry would make their way to London for the season, home from university for a short holiday. 20 year old Harry Devon had been looking forward to this night, but his desire to sing and tease his sisters had been forgotten with one urgent message sent from his father's home. White Word. Father had a riding accident this morning, Harry said, holding up a hand to rub the bridge of his nose. Broken leg. No one knew of it until hours passed, and he was found by a tenant. He was brought home. The apothecary has been attending him, and they only sent for me when he requested it. Harry's fear that his father might refuse any help that Nathaniel selflessly volunteered was well founded. Mr. Devon had never spoken the name of Nathaniel Hasting for even that of his eldest daughter, Giulia, since they had Weird nevermind that Nathaniel is a respected precision. Harry knew his brother in law was well published in medical journals. Really, most would consider it an honour to be attended by him. Perhaps it's not too serious, Nathaniel said, tone cautious. You would have been called home sooner. Harry chuckled without much of his usual humour. My father would sooner give up his fortune than admit to any weakness in body or mind the fact that he sent for me instead of waiting until I came home in the morning. Worries May, Harry tensed when the carriage turned into the lane leading up to his house. Every window glowed with light and the old butler through the front door open is the carriage rolled to a stop. Harry climbed out first, Nathaniel, barely a step behind Carmichael. The butler met them on the landing and began to explain the situation. In hushed tones. Mr Devane went on his morning ride. As usual, sir. No one even thought to look for him until the farmer brought him to the door. It was an accident, nothing more. Harry swallowed and nodded, and his injury Carmichael. When he fell from the horse, it apparently stepped backward. The lower part of his right leg is broken and protruding. Mr. Neeson has been here all day, tending to Mr Devane. Harry looked over his shoulder at Nathaniel, whose expression had turned very grim, show us to my father Carmichael about and then lead them to the hall of family rooms where Mr Devon's bedchamber Les Harry, stepped into the room immediately overwhelmed by the heat were. Then the fire was blazing and scores of candles have been placed on every surface. His father's large four poster bed was against the far wall, swathed in green velvet curtains, and Harry could see his father's pale face in the centre of the bedding. His cold blue eyes leapt out, hostile, even in the midst of misfortune. Harry's eyes were a matching shade, but he hoped they never caused a person. The trepidation his father's did. Mr. Niece and the village apothecary came forward with a straight back and narrowed eyes. I'm afraid your father isn't doing well. Mr. Devane. Mr. Neeson, this is my brother in law, Dr Hastings. Please tell him everything about the injury on what's being done for my father. Harry gestured for Nathaniel to come forward, which he did only to be met with an almost scornful huff from the old apothecary. Dr Hastings, Mr Niece, and said his tone one of disinterest. Mr. Devon has suffered a riding accident. After falling from his horse, he was trampled upon. He sustained a break from just below his hip in a compound fracture in his shin. The bone was protruding by three inches. He was exposed to the elements for above two hours. I've treated his wound and stretched the bone back into place. Is nothing more for you to do here. Shocked at the tone of the man, Harry opened his mouth to say something sharp, but Nathaniel began speaking calm and collected.