Devil's Daughter (The Ravenels #5) - Lisa Kleypas Page 0,37
for the stairs.
Nanny Bracegirdle stood in the entrance hall with Justin, who held the black cat against his chest. The half-wild feline should have shredded him by now, but she rested passively in his grasp, gazing around in bewildered curiosity at her strange new surroundings.
“Nanny,” Phoebe exclaimed, hurrying over to them. “Have you heard what happened?”
The older woman nodded. “Master Justin told me, and so did the cart driver. The household’s all in a tither.”
“Did you see Mr. Ravenel when he came in?”
“No, milady. They said he was a bit gray faced, but steady on his feet. They sent for a doctor even though he said not to.”
Justin looked up at her with a grimace. “His scratch wouldn’t stop bleeding. The handkerchiefs you gave him are all ruined, Mama.”
“That doesn’t matter,” she said. “Poor Mr. Ravenel—he’ll definitely have to be stitched up.”
“Will he have to stay in bed? I’ll bring my cat to visit him.”
Phoebe frowned regretfully. “Justin, I’m afraid you can’t keep her.”
“Oh, I already knew that.”
“Good. Well, then—”
“—but you see, Mama, she wants to keep me.”
“I’m sure she does, darling, but—”
“She wants to come live at Essex with us.”
Phoebe’s heart sank as she looked into his hopeful face. “But this is where she does her job.”
“She wants to work for us now,” her son informed her. “There are mice in Essex. Big, fat ones.”
“Justin, she’s not a house cat. She won’t want to live with a family. She’ll run off if we try to make her stay with us.”
His brows lowered in a determined expression that was pure Challon. “No, she won’t.”
“It’s time for a wash and a nap,” Nanny intervened.
Phoebe seized gratefully on the pronouncement. “You’re right as usual, Nanny. If you’ll take Justin and the cat up to the nursery—”
“The cat can’t come to the nursery.” The nanny’s face was dumpling soft, but her tone was unyielding.
“Even temporarily?” Phoebe asked weakly.
Nanny didn’t even dignify that with an answer, only prodded Justin to hand the cat over.
Justin gave Phoebe an imploring glance. “Mama, please don’t lose my cat—I want to see her after my nap.”
“I’ll look after her while you rest,” Phoebe said reluctantly, reaching out for the bedraggled creature. The cat mewled in protest and scrabbled for purchase, anxious not to be dropped. “Galoshes,” Phoebe swore beneath her breath, fumbling with the squirmy parcel of fur and bones.
Justin twisted to look back at Phoebe skeptically as Nanny towed him away.
“I have her,” Phoebe assured him brightly, while the cat tried to use its back feet to climb the ridges of her corset like a ladder. She clamped the furry, skinny body against her shoulder, holding it firmly. After a moment, the cat surrendered and conformed against her, claws still needling into her bodice.
Phoebe carried the cat upstairs, struggling to manage it with one arm while holding up her skirts with her free hand. Finally, she reached her room.
Ernestine, who was sitting by the window with some mending, set aside her sewing basket and came to her immediately. “What’s this?”
“An undomesticated barn cat,” Phoebe said. “Justin acquired her during our farm tour.”
“I love cats! May I take her?”
“You can try.” But as Phoebe tried to lift the cat away, it hissed and dug its claws into the bodice of the dress. The harder she tried to pry away the cat, the more tenacious it became, growling and clinging desperately. Giving up the battle, Phoebe sat on the floor near one of the windows. “Ernestine, would you run down to the kitchen and fetch something to tempt her? A boiled egg, or a sardine—”
“Right away, my lady.” The lady’s maid dashed out.
Left in silence with the stubborn cat, Phoebe stroked her back and sides. She could feel the grooves between her tiny ribs. “Would you mind retracting your claws?” she asked. “I feel like a pincushion.” In a moment, the little needles withdrew, and Phoebe sighed in relief. “Thank you.” She continued to pet the silky dark fur and encountered a little knot beneath one of her arms. “If this is a tick, I’m going to start screaming like a lunatic.”
Fortunately, further investigation revealed that the knot was a clump of some resinous matter, like pinesap. It would have to be cut out. Slowly the cat’s body relaxed, and a resonant purring began. She clambered up to the sunny windowsill behind Phoebe’s shoulder and reclined on her side. Surveying the room with a bored, queenly air, the cat began to lick one paw.