Lord George followed Mr. Bennet, taking care not to bump the door frames or any furniture that loomed in their path and Kitty was reminded of how gentle he'd been throughout this whole ordeal. He carried her as though she were a feather pillow and all too soon found herself being deposited on one of the couches in the parlor.
"I must check on Buttons, Miss Bennet, I shall return shortly." Lord George stepped back and gave her a polite bow.
Kitty watched him depart, thankful she was not standing because her legs felt as though they had the rigidity of an embroidery thread. He took her breath away and if she weren't careful, her heart could become more involved, and that wouldn't do.
Within the hour the local doctor, Mr. Wilson, had attended Longbourn and treated both she and her mother. One for a fractured rib and sprained ankle, the other for her nervous disposition.
With her ribs and ankle bound tight, Kitty attempted to rest on one of the settees scattered about the drawing room. Lord George had stayed to dinner and as soon as it was polite, joined her.