A light hearted moment from The Angel in the Window, one of the two Wild Bells novellas.
Tom lay on the sofa, his leg bandaged and his pride bruised. They had followed the hunt in a splendid open carriage; when it had stopped to view the kill, instead of opening the little door, he had leapt theatrically over it, misjudging the height and ending up in a heap on the ground.
The injury, while bloody and painful, was insufficient either to threaten his return to his ship or to engender sympathy from anyone except Alexander, who had fussed over him like a mother hen, to the point of nearly being thrown out of the room by the patient’s actual mother.
She had eventually left them alone with Tom’s medicine (a bottle of excellent wine and two glasses) and a piece of her mind. “If you’re ever going to learn your lesson, then an hour or two of being fussed over might prove an excellent tutor. How you two ever acquired your reputations in battle is a complete mystery to me.”
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