"She exhaled, and then looked back to Nigel, who was still lying on the floor, moaning incoherently. Simon looked down, too, and for several seconds they just stood there, staring at the unconscious man, until the girl said, "I really didn't hit him very hard." "Maybe he's drunk." She looked dubious. "Do you think? I smelled spirits on his breath, but I've never seen him drunk before." Simon had nothing to add to that line of thought, so he just asked, "Well, what do you want to do?" "I suppose we could just leave him here," she said, the expression in her dark eyes hesitant. Simon thought that was an excellent idea, but it was obvious she wanted the idiot cared for in a more tender manner. And heaven help him, but he felt the strangest compulsion to make her happy. "Here is what we're going to do," he said crisply, glad that his tone belied any of the odd tenderness he was feeling. "I am going to summon my carriage--" "Oh, good," she interrupted. "I really didn't want to leave him here. It seemed rather cruel." Simon thought it seemed rather generous considering the big oaf had nearly attacked her, but he kept that opinion to himself and instead continued on with his plan. "You will wait in the library while I'm gone." "In the library? But--" "In the library," he repeated firmly. "With the door shut. Do you really want to be discovered with Nigel's body should anyone happen to wander down this hallway?" "His body? Good gracious, sir, you needn't make it sound as if he were dead." "As I was saying," he continued, ignoring her comment completely, "you will remain in the library. When I return, we will relocate Nigel here to my carriage." "And how will we do that?" He gave her a disarmingly lopsided grin. "I haven't the faintest idea." -Daphne & Simon" --