Mr. Crabtree looked at him for a moment, blinked, nodded, then turned back to Sophie. "Why're you dressed like that?" Sophie looked down and realized with horror that she'd completely forgotten she was wearing men's clothes. Men's clothes so big that she could barely keep the breeches from falling to her feet. "My clothes were wet," she explained, "from the rain." Mr. Crabtree nodded sympathetically. "Quite a storm last night. That's why we stayed over at our daughter's. We'd planned to come home, you know." Benedict and Sophie just nodded. "She doesn't live terribly far away," Mr. Crabtree continued. "Just on the other side of the village." He glanced over at Benedict, who nodded immediately. "Has a new baby," he added. "A girl." "Congratulations," Benedict said, and Sophie could see from his face that he was not merely being polite. He truly meant it. A loud clomping sound came from the stairway; surely Mrs. Crabtree returning with breakfast. "I ought to help," Sophie said, jumping up and dashing for the door. "Once a servant, always a servant," Mr. Crabtree said sagely. Benedict wasn't sure, but he thought he saw Sophie wince. A minute later, Mrs. Crabtree entered, bearing a splendid silver tea service. "Where's Sophie?" Benedict asked. "I sent her down to get the rest," Mrs. Crabtree replied. "She should be up in no time. Nice girl," she added in a matter-of-fact tone, "but she needs a belt for those breeches you lent her." Benedict felt something squeeze suspiciously in his chest at the thought of Sophie-the-housemaid, with her breeches 'round her ankles. He gulped uncomfortably when he realized the tight sensation might very well be desire. Then he groaned and grabbed at his throat, because uncomfortable gulps were even more uncomfortable after a night of harsh coughing. "You need one of my tonics," Mrs. Crabtree said. Benedict shook his head frantically. He'd had one of her tonics before; it had had him retching for three hours. "I won't take no for an answer," she warned. "She never does," Mr. Crabtree added. "The tea will work wonders," Benedict said quickly, "I'm sure." But Mrs. Crabtree's attention had already been diverted. "Where is that girl?" she muttered, walking back to the door and looking out. "Sophie! Sophie!" "If you can keep her from bringing me a tonic," Benedict whispered urgently to Mr. Crabtree, "it's a fiver in your pocket." Mr. Crabtree beamed. "Consider it done!" "There she is," Mrs. Crabtree declared. "Oh, heaven above." "What is it, dearie?" Mr. Crabtree asked, ambling toward the door. "The poor thing can't carry a tray and keep her breeches up at the same time," she replied, clucking sympathetically. "Aren't you going to help her?" Benedict asked from the bed. "Oh yes, of course." She hurried out. "I'll be right back," Mr. Crabtree said over his shoulder. "Don't want to miss this." "Someone get the bloody girl a belt!" Benedict yelled grumpily. It didn't seem quite fair that everyone got to go out to the hall and watch the sideshow while he was stuck in bed.
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