Max cleared his throat slightly. ‘One thing, doctor. I understand that my wife may be…that is, she is…!’
‘Expecting a happy event in about seven months?’ suggested the doctor with a grin. ‘She mentioned it. As I said. Rest. No reason to think there’ll be a problem. Whatever you do, don’t suggest such a thing to her. Upset can do as much damage in these cases as the fall itself! I have pooh-poohed the idea, but insisted that she remain in bed for a few days because of the cracked rib.’ He fixed Max with a fierce flare. ‘However—she needs to put on a little more weight. See to it, my lord.’