At Tristan's agreement to shelter him from the marriage market, he chuckled.  "It isnnae that I am against the idea of marriage, understand, but I would 'ave it of my own choice and arrangements.  Not some busybody mama or daughters that want the title."

Douglas listened as his companion spoke of the issues that could come up.  He had not thought of those things.  He was not familiar with all the rules, all he had seen was all of the people that he had met as he had been through the areas and gotten to know and the medical needs they had.  He took care of those that lived on his land back in Scotland.  Now that he had kind of planted a sort of temporary home there in Whitby, he had felt the urge to give back to those there.

"Of course.  My apologies.  This is all off the top of my head as we talked.  I should have thought it out, but the need is so much for some of those I have met.  I can't ask them if it is okay for you to visit them as a doctor without giving away that it is me setting it up."  He gave a bit of a concerned frown.  "They are not the kind to ask for charity either." 

"Perhaps you have an idea of how to help them?" He gave the other man a worried frown.  Perhaps bringing in a clergy member into our plan?  That would be someone that would know the of the families' needs and hearing of someone that was tending the sick among the poor?  Though what if they were not of the religious type?  His thoughts were racing in his mind.