Mine Till Midnight by Lisa Kleypas Read Free Book Online Page B

leave when there’s so much to be done.”
    He stopped and glanced back at her with a raised brow. “You’ve been pouring unsweetened tea down my throat for days. If you have no objection, I’d like to go out for a piss.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “I can think of at least a dozen polite euphemisms you could have used.”
    Leo continued on his way. “I don’t use euphemisms.”
    “Or politeness,” she said, making him chuckle.
    As Leo left the room, Amelia folded her arms and sighed. “He’s so much more pleasant when he’s sober. A pity it doesn’t happen more often. Come, Poppy, let’s find the kitchen.”
    *   *   *
    With the house so stale and dust-riddled, the atmosphere was hard on poor Win’s lungs, causing her to cough incessantly through the night. Having awakened countless times to administer water to her sister, to open the windows, to prop her up until the coughing spasms had eased, Amelia was bleary-eyed when morning came.
    “It’s like sleeping in a dust box,” she told Merripen. “She’s better off sitting outside today, until we can manage to clean her room properly. The carpets must be beaten. And the windows are filthy.”
    The rest of the family was still abed, but Merripen, like Amelia, was an early riser. Dressed in rough clothes and an open-necked shirt, he stood frowning as Amelia reported on Win’s condition.
    “She’s exhausted from coughing all night, and her throat is so sore, she can barely speak. I’ve tried to make her take some tea and toast, but she won’t have it.”
    “I’ll make her take it.”
    Amelia looked at him blankly. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised by his assertion. After all, Merripen had helped nurse both Win and Leo through the scarlet fever. Without him, Amelia was certain neither of them would have survived.
    “In the meanwhile,” Merripen continued, “make a list of supplies you want from the village. I’ll go this morning.”
    Amelia nodded, grateful for his solid, reliable presence. “Shall I wake Leo? Perhaps he could help—”
    “No.”
    She smiled wryly, well aware that her brother would be more of a hindrance than a help.
    Going downstairs, Amelia sought the help of Freddie, the boy from the village, to move an ancient chaise out to the back of the house. They set the furniture on a brick-paved terrace that opened onto a weed-choked garden bordered by beech hedges. The garden needed resodding and replanting, and the crumbling low walls would have to be repaired.
    “There’s work to be done, mum,” Freddie commented, bending to pluck a tall weed from between two paving bricks.
    “Freddie, you are a master of understatement.” Amelia contemplated the boy, who looked to be about thirteen. He was robust and ruddy-faced, with a ruff of hair that stood up like a robin’s feathers. “Do you like gardening?” she asked. “Do you know much about it?”
    “I keeps a kitchen plot for my ma.”
    “Would you like to be Lord Ramsay’s gardener?”
    “How much does it pay, miss?”
    “Would two shillings a week suffice?”
    Freddie looked at her thoughtfully and scratched his wind-chapped nose. “Sounds good. But you’ll have to ask my ma.”
    “Tell me where you live, and I’ll visit her this very morning.”
    “All right. It’s not far—we’re at the closest side of the village.”
    They shook hands on the deal, talked a moment more, and Freddie went to investigate the gardener’s shed.
    Turning at the sound of voices, Amelia saw Merripen carrying her sister outside. Win was dressed in a nightgown and robe and swathed in a shawl, her slim arms looped around Merripen’s neck. With her white garments and blond hair and fair skin, Win was nearly colorless except for the flags of soft pink across her cheekbones and the vivid blue of her eyes.
    “… that was the most terrible medicine,” she was saying cheerfully.
    “It worked,” Merripen pointed out, bending to settle her carefully on the chaise.
    “That