Rosamund was confident in her abilities to heal this, at any rate; she was truly more worried about Miss Montague’s spirits, and everyone else’s in here today. It was hardly the ideal way to spend their festive season.
“Oh, there is sure to be some left over,” Rosamund assured her. “Besides, I have my secret sources,” she explained, with a brief flash of a grin – the tearoom’s food was often more appetising than that served to the patients in the wards, anyway. (Perhaps she would even source some Christmas crackers, too.)
“I won’t be gone long,” she added genuinely (though she was more worried that some of her patients might die of boredom overnight than anything else). “But do ring if you need me, Miss Montague.”
“Oh, there is sure to be some left over,” Rosamund assured her. “Besides, I have my secret sources,” she explained, with a brief flash of a grin – the tearoom’s food was often more appetising than that served to the patients in the wards, anyway. (Perhaps she would even source some Christmas crackers, too.)
“I won’t be gone long,” she added genuinely (though she was more worried that some of her patients might die of boredom overnight than anything else). “But do ring if you need me, Miss Montague.”
