Chapter 14It rained all through the weekend and Phoebe spent most of her time moping around in her room, sleeping and reading, or trying to, and worrying. She shed a lot of tears and didn't feel like going out and seeing anyone.
Then, on Monday morning, the porter handed her a letter on her return from a lecture. A quick glance at the spidery, sinistral scrawl on the front of the envelope was sufficient for her to recognise James's hand, and she hurried up to her room, where she tore the envelope open and began to read:
My Dearest Phoebe,
I am being taken good care of here and they are feeding me up well, and I'm recovering rapidly as a result, so there really is no need for you to worry about me. I was hit by a stray piece of shrapnel from a trench-mortar shell, but luckily it got me i
