Charles finds Elsie sitting on the main stairs, rubbing her ankle with tears shining in her eyes. "Mrs Hughes, what on earth happened?"
"I took a tumble on the stairs and I twisted my ankle." Mrs Hughes tells Mr. Carson.
"Can you walk, Mrs Hughes?" Mr. Carson asks as he sits down next to her.
"No, or I'd have slowly made my way downstairs and bound my ankle myself." Mrs Hughes says seriously.
"Do I have permission to carry you downstairs? You can't stay here." Mr. Carson blushes as he asks his question.
"That would be very helpful. Thank you, Mr. Carson." Mrs Hughes smiles at Mr. Carson, but blushes at his boldness.
Mr. Carson stands up. "Turn sideways if you can. It will make it easier for me to lift you."
Mrs Hughes gingerly turns sideways. Her ankle is more painful than she originally thought.
Mr. Carson notices Mrs Hughes wince and he can sympathize with her. He gently lifts into her arms as if she weighs nothing. He slowly carries her downstairs to her parlour.
