Chapter Ten“Robyn!” Mother must have been watching from the drawing-room window for she nearly ran out of the front door to greet me. “You're soaking wet! Are you all right? What happened to your foot?”
“Mr Carmichael has been taking care of me,” I said. “You'll have to help me down from the horse.”
“What in heaven's name happened?” Mother asked. “And, Mr Carmichael, where is your shirt?”
“Mr Carmichael's shirt is wrapped around my ankle.” Rather than Mother helping me, it was Mr Carmichael who lifted me down from Maida and supported me as I balanced on one leg, holding on to Maida's saddle. There was no need for me to play-act, for my ankle had stiffened on the journey and now ached most abominably.
“Come inside, Mr Carmichael.” Mother looked momentarily nonplussed.
Mr Carmichael wra
