Xan threw back his shoulders and gave a gasp of relief like an exhausted swimmer emerging to shake the water from his eyes. For a moment he breathed hard; then he said calmly: “I can wait to see her. I don’t want to frighten her. I’ve come with an ambulance, helicopter, doctors, midwives. I’ve brought everything she needs. This child will be born in comfort and safety. The mother will be treated like the miracle she is; she has to know that. If she trusts you, then you can be the one to tell her. Reassure her, calm her, let her know she has nothing to fear from me.”
Mr. Harod, the banal English bougie manor owner.
