He was sitting in the drawing room at Purley Hall having been fed tea and shortbread by a very sympathetic Higgins. ‘Should I ring Miss Robyn?’ Higgins asked. ‘Good grief no!’ Dan said, his bright eyes widening in alarm. ‘She mustn’t know about this or she’ll be on the first train home. I don’t want to panic her. She’s been looking forward to this weekend for months and I’m not going to wreck it for her.’ ‘Well, if you’re quite sure–’ ‘I’m sure,’ Dan said, shaking his head at the unfortunate predicament he found himself in. Luckily, nothing was broken but Dan had sustained one hefty horse kick to his lower right leg and the bruising was substantial. ‘You’ll have to keep your weight off that leg,’ he’d been told at the hospital and he’d been sent home with a pair of unwieldy crutches and Higgins fussing over him like an old woman. ‘Perhaps I can be of assistance with Miss Cassandra,’ Higgins said now.
