"He is better," she said.
Her eyes rested on him calmly, and she spoke quite steadily, so that he did not guess that her heart was beating wildly, and that she had to clench the hand beside her in her effort to maintain her composure.
"I am glad," he said simply. "It has been an anxious time—must be so still—for you, I am afraid."
"Yes," she said.
He stood looking at her, and then away from her, and then at her again, as if his eyes must return to her against his will.
"I—I am glad to see you. I wanted to tell you—to thank you for what you did for me the other night. You know that I owe you my life?"
She shook her head and forced a smile.
"Isn't that rather an—exaggeration, Lord Angleford?"
He bit his lip at the "Lord Angleford." And yet how else could she address him?
"No," he said; "it is the simple truth. The man would have shot me."