They gave him a strange appearance of being unreal or a creature from another Planet in an H. G. Wells novel.
Mr. Chambers walked towards the bed and, as Susanna followed him, he said to the man lying on it.
“I have Miss Brown with me, to whom you have just listened.”
“You read well, Miss Brown,” Mr. Dunblane said in a hoarse voice.
“Thank you,” Susanna replied.
“I need someone to read to me as I cannot read for myself, being unable to see a damned thing!”
Susanna was startled both by the swear word and the bitterness in the bandaged man’s voice.
“I am – sorry.”
“I don’t want pity!” Mr. Dunblane retorted almost rudely. “All I want is to be kept informed of what is happening outside the darkness that I am incarcerated in.”
“Miss Brown understands,” Mr. Chambers interposed soothingl
