Love Lightning Old Virgin
XLI Chapter

It was already late in the afternoon when Miss Dior re-entered her house. There were clear signs that the uninvited guest had arrived and was enjoying a snack in the dining room. Diandre had already climbed half the stairs, lifting up a large suitcase with the help of one of the servants: the lackey was collecting as many smaller bags as he could carry: a small one: the maidservant of the Great Mistress Dior rebuked him loudly, and warned Diandre to be careful not to let his suitcase fall: and Anash had just walked out of the room with a tray. He seemed a bit distracted as the front room was cluttered with a large suitcase, a small suitcase, and a woman's hat-keeping box, which forced him to look for a way among all the items.

On seeing her employer, she looked even more distracted, and apologized for the mess, with a voice that made Miss Dior understand that it was not Anash's fault these items were still in the vestibule. “The train carrying these items, Madam, came no more than a quarter of an hour ago, he said, and because the nurse wanted to take something out of one of the suitcases and insisted on looking for it immediately but couldn't remember where the suitcase she put it in, we became, as you can expect, what you can expect, kinda interrupted.” He added, in a flat tone of voice, “It turns out that the item was in one of the small suitcases, Madam”

The servant continued his story, saluting with a knee bend, and said he was very sorry Miss Dior came home and found her house in such a mess, which wouldn't have happened if the second master hadn't been left so far behind, and if the nurse wasn't so stupid as to put deep into the bottom of the suitcase what she should have known would be needed on the trip.

“Well, it's okay,” said Miss Dior. “Is Mr Arthur and his wife eating a snack, Anash?”

Cherry, who was looking at the scattered items with widened eyes, whispered, “Gosh, Madam! Lots of stuff to bring in for just a few days! People will think they came to stay with you for months!”

“They may stay a long time,” said Miss Dior sad. “Get up and change your clothes, baby! I should say hello to my sister-in-law, I guess, before I change clothes.”

“I'll soon bring you a cup of warm tea, Miss Caroline. Would you like a baked egg or a bowl of soup?”

“No, no need, thank you. I'm not hungry.” Anash leaned over, put the tub over one of the suitcases, and opened the door for Miss Dior to enter the living room.

His sister, the wife, and Miss Harrow sat around the table, but they all stood up, and the Majorie staggered over to him, and almost fell in his arms, saying softly, “Oh, he said, Caroline, honey, how happy I am to finally see you! Very nice of you to me! You can't imagine how much I missed you through this restless period! I can't describe to you what I've been through! I can feel calm again!”

“Of course you can calm down!” caroline said, replying to her affectionate embrace, and gently pushed her back into her seat. “Sit down, and tell me how Luke is!” Grand Madam Dior shuddered. “Oh, my poor dear son! She was so brave through all this, even though she screamed in pain for most of the night! There was nothing to ease her pain until I tried to give her a few drops of laudanum liquid', in a teaspoon, which put her to sleep for a moment, but unfortunately not for long, and I dare not give him any more, for I believe it is not good to treat children with laudanum. And, this morning the pain was so severe that if the suitcases hadn't been packed and the horses hadn't been prepared, I guess I should have rejected Arthur's wishes and taken the poor boy to Melling!”

Miss Dior threw a sneering look at her brother. Mr. Arthur was clearly feeling uneasy, but he returned the gaze with a defiant glare, and said in a threatening tone, “You forgot, Honey, you're the one who wants Westcott to check on Luke!”

“Well, however, that's good news,” said Miss Dior. “I noticed that he was now free from his pain, for I did not hear the cries of suffering when I entered the house.”

“He sleeps,” Great Mistress Dior replied, lowering her voice as if afraid of disturbing her son's rest, who was lying on a baby bed located three floors above him. He smiled bitterly at Miss Harrow, and said, “Sepupu Belevia lulls her till she falls asleep. I guess I can never thank him enough for everything he did this morning. He even accompanied us to the Westcott practice, and was the best supporter for me through this ordeal. He has the fortitude to hold Luke's hand at such an important moment, which I can't do!”

“But, where was Arthur at that crucial moment?” Caroline asked, looking confused.

Grand Mistress Dior begins to explain that Arthur cannot go to the dentist because he has a business appointment in town, but Arthur interrupts him, realising very well his beloved sister is not a person who is easily deceived. “There's no point trying to complain to Caroline, honey!” sesame, laugh.

“He's too smart brained! Well, you're right, Caroline, and I don't mind admitting I ran away when I saw how miserable Luke was, by kicking around, and screaming, and saying he didn't want his teeth pulled out! Well, what can I do in such a situation, I ask you?”

“Hitting his ass,” says Caroline.

Mr. Arthur smiled broadly, admitting he was tempted to do so, but Majorie expressed his surprise, and Miss Harrow said she knew Mr. Arthur was joking, and it was cruel to hit little Luke when he was screaming because of the pain he was suffering.

Caroline resigned, saying she had to change her riding clothes, and advised Majorie to lie in bed for an hour or two, to recover after days of vigil. As she leaves the room, Caroline hears Miss Harrow eagerly supporting this advice, assuring her that Big Lady Dior need not worry poor little Luke, and told him that the hot bricks had been placed on his bed. “Because I ordered that it be done before we go to Westcott's practice, considering that you will be very tired, after all the trials you were forced to go through.”

Mr. Arthur followed his sister out of the room, successfully chasing her at the top of the stairs. “Wait a minute, Caroline,” said. “There's something I want to ask you. The new steam bath that I hear so often, do you agree with me that this steam bath will be beneficial to the Majorie? His health condition has made me very worried really worried! She insisted that she was fine, but you must have noticed how tired she looked. I'm sure she's never been well since her delivery, and this unfortunate affair of Luke's abscess has made her sick. It would help me a lot if you persuaded her to go through this series of bath therapies, which she says is great in cases like this.”