<strong>Breakfast</strong><br/>Charlotte was obviously amused by the major, and his comments, of course at the last meal they had made similar innuendo’s yet it amused her a good deal. “So is a nice filly that you might be atop today Major, It seems that perhaps your more favoured one might not be here.” She chuckled again, knowing that she was perhaps disrupting breakfast, but that was her way, after all that meant Johnny could deal with what was needed here. For those two this was not an idle weekend in the country…this was work.<br/><br/>It was then the Lady turned to the ‘countess and smiled, “So my dear what is your favourite steed, do you prefer something wild or are you a little more of a safe rider.” It was difficult for her to keep a straight face, still there was method in her madness and Charlotte was well aware she could for the most get away with this.<br/><br/>Johnny remained quiet, seeming to be taking in his surroundings with his rather bloodshot eyes. There was obviously something on his mind, something that Charlotte was hoping to distract the other guests from.<br/><br/>Malsika of course did not, as she was still indisposed turn up for the meal, though Robert was there and he chatted civilly to the guests closest to him, as one would expect from a host.<br/><br/>Johnny unseen by anyone slipped a note to the doctor and it was not one for a meeting behind the stables. There was more on his mind…it appeared there was a mystery a foot and went much deeper than he had even contemplated.<br/><br/><br/>