When they turned back toward the house, they saw the tall, lithe figure of Lord Sinclair striding toward them.
“Speak of the devil,” Olivia murmured with evident bitterness.
Upon reaching them, Damien came to a standstill and stood searching his sister’s face intently.
“I seem to have shocked you speechless,” she observed dryly.
“A pleasant shock, my dear.” He bent to kiss her forehead. “It is good to see you up and about.”
When he straightened, he met Vanessa’s gaze for a moment. She could read the gratitude in his eyes before he returned his attention to his sister. “Dr. Underhill should arrive this afternoon, if you are up to seeing him.”
“Very well, but there is no need for such haste. He will not be able to cure me today… if ever.”
“I didn’t want to risk your changing your mind. And the sooner he can advise us on a regimen for therapy, the sooner your healing can begin.”
Damien took over pushing the chair, and he himself carried Olivia upstairs to her bedchamber, where he left her to rest. But the tension between them was obviously distressing to them both.
Observing their brittle interaction, Vanessa suspected it might be easier to find a cure for Olivia’s health than to heal the rift between brother and sister.
“I don’t believe her infirmity is necessarily permanent, my lord,” the radical-minded Dr. Underhill announced as he exited Olivia’s room several hours later.
Vanessa, who had been present for the examination, followed him into the hall to listen to his explanation to Lord Sinclair.
“I could find no evidence of fractures,” the doctor continued, “but the bruising of the spine suggests severe trauma. I have seen this same sort of injury twice before. In both cases the patients recovered at least partial use of their limbs.”
Damien kept his expression inscrutable, Vanessa noted, while his tone suggested carefully controlled emotion when he said, “So you think it possible she can walk again?”
“With therapeutic activity and enough determination, yes, it is possible.”
Damien shut his eyes and expelled an uneven breath. He looked like a man who had been given a reprieve from death, Vanessa thought.
“What sort of therapeutic activity, Doctor?” he asked in a voice that was not quite steady.
“Gentle yet consistent physical exertion. The worst thing she can do is remain abed.” He glanced at Vanessa. “Forgive my plain speaking, but too many ladies fancy themselves invalids. Their physicians prescribe endless bed rest, when what they truly need is fresh air and exercise to cure what ails them. They lie about till they are limp as sacks of meal, and then wonder why they haven’t the energy God gave a fish.”
Vanessa couldn’t help but smile, which the doctor returned cheerfully.
“As I said, gentle physical exertion is crucial, but other activities may be highly beneficial. Heat, warm baths, massage-anything to stimulate the nerves and muscles and keep the rest of her form from weakening beyond repair until she heals.”
“How long do you think healing will take?” Damien inquired.
“Perhaps in a few months she might begin to regain sensation in her limbs. If so, then we will know we are on the right course.”
“And if not?”
The doctor’s craggy brows drew together. “Then I might have to admit failure. But a few months may not be adequate to judge. It could take a year, perhaps even two for the spine to recuperate fully. It would help her recovery if she had an attendant who could assist her with mild exercise and perform massage on her limbs.”
“I know of a nurse-midwife who attends my mother sometimes,” Vanessa broke in. “She is said to have healing hands.”
“That would be ideal,” the doctor proclaimed, nodding briskly with approval. “I should like to examine Miss Olivia again in three weeks, my lord, and there are some medications I would like to prescribe, if you will direct me to a pen and paper.”
“Certainly. I would very much like to discuss this further with you, sir. But will you first give me a moment with my sister?”
“But of course, my lord.”
Entering Olivia’s room, Damien went to the bed where she was lying. From her position in the hallway, Vanessa saw him reach down and clasp the girl’s hand.
“You heard?” he asked softly.