Romayne laughed and sat in one of the chairs. “Guilty as charged, but credentials don’t mean much when a man is in agony from a serious joint injury and it’s beyond my ability to fix. I can take care of simple dislocations, but I’m told you’ve successfully treated more complex problems. According to my sister, you learned your trade traveling with a Belgian Franciscan friar?”

“Yes, Frère Emmanuel came from a family that had been bonesetters for generations.” Lucas took his seat again. “He taught me what he knew, and I gather that some of his techniques aren’t well known here.”

Romayne frowned. “Personally, I think the more we share medical knowledge, the better for everyone, but bonesetting families are famously protective of their secrets. Would you consider teaching others your techniques?”

“The idea has crossed my mind,” Lucas admitted, “but I haven’t known quite where to start.”

“I can help with that,” Romayne said. “I never thought to inherit a title. I was a rather distant cousin to the heir, and when I inherited, I resented the fact that managing estates would cut into my medical practice. I’ve since realized the advantages of money and influence and I’ve founded cottage hospitals in several towns. Each also trains nurses. The program has been quite successful, so I can help you organize training for your bone work.”

“I like that idea,” Lucas said. “I was out of England for some years and I’m now trying to figure out how to arrange my time to take care of my responsibilities and still be able to do healing work. Working as a bonesetter and also teaching sounds very rewarding.”

Romayne grinned. “I married a woman experienced in estate management. I suggest you do the same. It will leave you more time to treat those in need of your particular skills.”

“I may do that,” Lucas said, though it might not be possible to marry the woman he knew who had those skills. “I’m planning to arrange my work here at regular times so people who need my skills will know when to come in.”

Romayne nodded. “That would be best. You’re a very welcome addition to this infirmary, Lord Foxton.” He pulled out his watch and checked the time, then stood. “Sorry, I have to leave now. But I look forward to talking to you more.” He smiled in a way that was very like his sister’s. “And to taking full advantage of your abilities.”

Lucas also stood. “Easy to see that you and Lady Kirkland are brother and sister!”

“Yes, but we only exploit people for very good reasons. Until next time.” Then Romayne was gone. Lucas suspected that they were going to become good friends. But now it was time to find Kendra.

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