She could only stare at him, her eyes very large in her small face.
“You are – well?” he asked.
She had forgotten how deep his voice was and that it vibrated through her so that she felt as if it was a note of music that she must respond to.
“Is your leg – better?”
“Thanks entirely to you I still have it!”
“Does it hurt?”
“Only when I stand.”
“Then sit down,” Cordelia said quickly. “You must rest – you must take care of yourself.”
He smiled and it made him look younger.
“There is so much I want to say to you, Cordelia,” he began, “but first I must thank you.”
“No – please – ” she protested.
“How could I imagine that any woman could be so courageous, so amazingly and unbelievably wonderful?”
Cordelia felt the colour flood into her cheeks.
Because she was shy her eyes fell befor
