He guessed what she wanted to hear first
âYour cats are with my housekeeper, happy and safe.â He paused while a large pot of tea was put before her. It looked heaven-sent, but she didnât take her eyes off his face.
âIf you would consider it, there is a job waiting for you. The pay is small, but youâll be fed and housed.â
âWell,â said Henrietta, and took a sip of tea. âI thought that you had said things you hadnât meant just to be rid of me, but itâs not like that at all. I have been thinking awful things about you, and all the time youâve been kind and helpful and there was no needâyou donât even know me.... Iâm very grateful.â
Mr. Ross-Pitt concealed his feelings admirably. âBe brave, Henrietta. Burn your boats.â
She smiled thenâshe had a lovely smile, lighting up her whole face. âYes, all right, I will.â
CHAPTER ONE
IT WAS Monday morning and the occupational therapy department at St Alkeldaâs Hospital was filling up fast
Not only were patients being trundled from the wards to spend a few hours painting and knitting, making paper chains ready for a distant Christmas, learning to use their hands and brains once again, but ambulances were depositing outpatients in a steady flow, so that the staff had their work cut out sorting them out and taking them to wherever they were to spend the morning.
The occupational therapist was a large, severe-looking woman, excellent at her job but heartily disliked by those who worked for her, for she had an overbearing manner and a sarcastic tongue, always ready to find fault but rarely to praise. She was finding fault now with a girl half her size, with an unassuming face, mousy hair and a tendency to slight plumpness.
âMust you be so slow, Henrietta? Really, you are of little use to me unless you can make more of an effort.â
The girl paused, an elderly lady on either arm. She said in a reasonable voice, âNeither Mrs Flood nor Miss Thomas can hurry, Mrs Carter. Thatâs why Iâm slow.â
Mrs Carter looked daggers, but, before she could think up something to squash this perfectly sensible remark, Henrietta had hoisted the elderlies more firmly onto their feet and was making for the room where the paper chains were being made.
Mrs Carter stared after the trio. Really, the girl was impossible, making remarks like that, and always politely and in a tiresomely matter-of-fact voice which it was impossible to complain about.
Not even trained, Henrietta was a mere part-timer, dealing with the more mundane tasks which the qualified staff had no time forâhelping the more helpless of the patients to eat their dinner, escorting them to the ambulances, setting them in their chairs, finding mislaid spectacles, and, when she wasnât doing that, showing them how to make paper flowers, unravelling their knitting, patiently coaxing stiff, elderly fingers to hold a paintbrush.
Doing everything cheerfully and willingly, thought Mrs Carter crossly. The girlâs too good to be true.
Henrietta, aware that Mrs Carter disliked her and would have liked to get rid of her if possible, was glad when her dayâs work ended.
The last of the elderlies safely stowed in the last ambulance, she began to tidy the place ready for the next day, thankful that she wouldnât be there tomorrow. Three days a week was all that was required of her, and although it was hard to make ends meet on her wages she was glad to have the job, even though there was no guarantee of its permanence.
The last to leave, she locked the doors, took the keys along to the porterâs office and went out into the cold dark of a January evening. The side-door she used opened out of one side of the hospital, and she began walking over this deserted area towards the lighted forecourt, only to stop halfway there, arrested by a very small mewing sound. It came from a tiny kitten, wobbling unsteadily towards her, falling over itself in its anxiety to reach her.
Henrietta got down on her knees, the better to see the small creature. âLost?â she asked it, and then added, âStarved and dirty and very frightened.â She picked it up and felt its bird-like bones under the dirty fur. âWell, Iâm not leaving you here; you can come home with me.â She rocked back on her heels, stood up, stepped backwards and discovered that she was standing on a foot.