Love Lightning Old Virgin
LVIX CHAPTER

Forcibly awakened by such news, Miss Dior sat down in shock, and said in a frightened tone, “Oh, Elle, no! You don't want to say she had influenza?”

“There is no doubt about it, Mistress,” said Elle stiffly. “Si nurse suspects Mr. Luke fell ill last night, but he felt he had to bring a crib to the living room, so we have to hope that poor little baby won't get caught from Mr. Luke.”

“We should hope so!” caroline said as she threw the blanket back and slid down from the bed.

“Help me get dressed quickly, Elle! I should send a message to dr. Andre, and remind Mary to provide lemon reserves, and some extra pearl barley, and chicken for gravy, and oh, I don't know, but surely she will remember!”

“You can feel confident she will remember, Mrs Dan, about the doctor, Big Lady Dior texted her once the nurse told Mr. Luke to get sick. Of course,” he added gloomily, when he handed the stockings to Miss Dior, the next “ thing we will know is that Big Lady Dior has contracted. At that time, we must be in trouble!”

“Oh, please don't say so, Elle!” please Miss Dior.

“I won't do my duty, Madam, if I don't warn you. In my experience, if we get one problem that we did not expect, we must anticipate two more problems.”

Miss Dior could have smiled at this prophetic remark, but in an anxious mood she went downstairs, a few minutes later, to the breakfast room.

Here she found the Great Lady Dior eating bread and butter, with her baby daughter in her lap, and Cherry watching this family picture with a feeling of fascination. Miss Dior, knowing how much her sister-in-law tends to be anxious whenever something causes her children pain, felt very relieved when she saw it looking so calm. He said, bending over to kiss her, “I'm so sorry, Majorie, to hear that Luke is now a victim of this terrible influenza.”

“Ya, what a pity.” Grand Madam Dior agreed, sighing weakly. “But, not unexpectedly. I think he will definitely get it from Belevia, because he played with the boy from the day he started to feel unwell. But, the nurse did not think it would prove to be a severe bout of illness, and I believed I could trust dr. Andre's. I developed that opinion, when I spoke to him the day after yesterday, that he was a very competent person, which, of course, someone would expect from a Rouen doctor. The most unfortunate thing about this problem is,” he added, his eyes glazed over, and his lips trembled slightly, “I can't take care of Luke myself. Every time she was sick, she always called Mama, and never did I leave her for more than a minute! But, I know it is my duty to keep the baby away from the possibility of contracting, and I do not intend to be foolish in dealing with this matter. I had a discussion with the nurse, and we agreed that she would take care of Luke, and I would take care of the baby alone. What I really want, isn't it, honey?”

Miss Susan Dior, who chuckles alone, responds to this by issuing an incomprehensible remark, which her mother interprets as a sign of approval, and sounds muttering voices.

“A very smart daughter!” said Big Madam Dior, in a pampering, affectionate voice.

When the doctor arrives, he confirms the nurse's diagnosis, warning Big Lady Dior that Luke cannot recover as quickly as Miss Harrow did, and tell him not to worry if the child still likes a fever after a full week because this often happens to boys who are noisy and difficult to control. Children like this are almost impossible to remain lying still in bed, because once their aches and pains subside, it takes one person's hard work or, it would probably be more appropriate to say it takes two people a lot of hard work, to prevent them from jumping around, and even getting out of bed once we don't keep an eye on them.

“I myself have two wayward little children, Nyonya” The doctor told him, with a sense of pride that was poorly disguised. “It's hard to predict like your boys, so you can trust I don't talk without personal experience.” She then said that Big Lady Dior was very wise to keep her baby from contracting, praising her for her strong body and healthy lungs, Miss Susan Dior, and left by letting Grand Mistress Dior tell Caroline that she was the most outgoing and sympathetic doctor she had ever known.

To Miss Harrow, the news of Luke's illness reacted like a tonic. She did cry out profusely, and said she never dared to look at Big Lady Dior's face again, but this gloomy feeling of being threatened with relapse did not last long. An opportunity to prove himself truly worth having presented itself, and he grabbed onto it. Miss Harrow took off the scarf, got dressed, and emerged from her bedroom, somewhat trembling, but determined to share the task with the nurse to keep Luke from moving. The nurse accepted his help. “Because it is clear, Miss Elle,” said the nurse, “although she may be a foolish woman whose tongue twitches like a violin swipe, she really knows how to handle children, she said, and willing to sit for hours telling them fairy tales and such, which allows me to rest for a while.”

It seemed as if Elle's grim prophecy would be a false statement, but two days later, Betty, the young maid who had served Miss Harrow all her time in pain, also lay sick. This situation was told by Elle to her employer with a rather heartless satisfaction. “Which all shows how true I am, Mistress!” he said, opening the doors of the large wardrobe where Miss Dior's clothes were stored. “I've told you the problem appears three times in a row, and if only Betty gets this damned influenza, no harm will happen. Well, you want to wear a blue cotton dress today, or should I take out a French Muslim dress, with a short striped knitted coat?”

“Elle,” said Miss Dior, in a worried voice, “I think I'm afraid that I too have influenza.” Elle turned around quickly. Miss Dior was sitting on the edge of the bed, still wearing her nightgown, and even though the rainy season had changed into a sunny and scorching hot day, he was shaking so intensely that he heard his teeth grinding in his head. Elle looked at her once, then put away the French muslin dress, and hurriedly walked up to her, muttering, “Oh, my Lord! I should have known this was going to happen!” He snatched Miss Dior's hand, and immediately pushed her back onto the bed. “You should stay here, Miss Caroline!” he said, with a threatening tone. “Really expected you didn't suffer anything worse than influenza!”

“Oh, no, I don't think so,” Caroline said softly.

“The pain attacked me at night. I woke up, feeling as though I had been beaten many times with a mace, and with a headache like I hoped the pain would gradually heal, if my eyes remained closed, but it was not, and I feel really sick. Don't tell Big Madam Dior.”

“Don't let Miss Cherry get close to me too.”

“The only person who will enter this room is the doctor,” Elle said grimly, stomping her feet and pulling the curtains covering the window. “Lay quietly now until I return, and do not feel restless by imagining this house will be chaotic just because you become tired of all the problems you have faced and intend to recover your strength back by staying lying in bed today because it won't happen!”

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Love Lightning Old VirginLVIX CHAPTER

Love Lightning Old Virgin
LVIX CHAPTER