“Oh, thank goodness. You’re awake,” Christiana murmured, suddenly appearing in her line of vision as she pent to peer at her.

“Chrissy?” Lisa said uncertainly. “What happened?”

“Don’t you remember?”

That question from her other side brought Lisa’s attention to the fact that Suzette too was there. She glanced at her uncertainly and then peered back to Christiana, her gaze sliding over the dresses they wore. The same dresses they’d been wearing at Pembroke’s picnic.

“Oh,” she breathed, recalling heading out for a walk, her words with Robert and then the big man with the hard fists. “Did Robert save me?”

“I’ll say, and damned near died in the doing,” Suzette said grimly.

“What?” Lisa asked with horror.

“It’s all right. He’s fine,” Christiana assured her, glaring at Suzette for scaring her. “But he took a nasty wound to the chest saving you. And he bled quite a bit while carrying you back to the picnic. But the doctor thinks he’ll be fine.”

“He carried me wounded?” she asked with dismay.

“Yes. He didn’t want to leave you there unconscious and unprotected,” Christiana explained gently. “And as it turns out, that was smart. He knocked out the fellow who attacked you, but when Richard and Daniel went back to find him he had regained consciousness and gone. If Robert had left you behind . . .”

She let her words trail off, but Lisa supposed they didn’t really need to be said. If Robert had risked leaving her behind while he went for help, she might very well have been gone too. Sighing, she massaged her forehead unhappily trying to ease some of the aching there.

“Is your head hurting?” Christiana asked with concern.

“Aye,” Lisa said with a grimace, and Christiana turned to pick up a glass beside the bed.

“The doctor left a tincture for you. He said it would help, but would make you a bit woozy. So don’t get up and try to move around after you take it.”

Lisa sat up with Suzette’s help to drink the tincture. Once she’d downed the last of it, she sank back with a little sigh and then asked, “Is Robert here?”

“Across the hall,” Christiana answered, setting the empty glass down.

“Oh,” Lisa said quietly, and then glanced at Christiana sharply. “How are you?”

Christiana’s eyebrows rose slightly. “I am fine. I was not the one knocked out or stabbed.”

“Yes, but all this excitement cannot be good for the baby. You should rest,” Lisa said firmly.

“The baby?” Christiana said blankly.

“Robert told me that you are with child,” Lisa said solemnly. “I wish you had told me yourself. I—”

“With child!” Suzette squawked, glaring at Christiana. “And you did not tell me?”

“I did not tell you because I am not with child,” Christiana said dryly to Suzette and then glanced back to Lisa. “Robert said I was?”