“Vi!” he said. “Poor old girl, I—”
He was coming forward when she called out again “Stay there, Fritz!”
He stopped.
“Why?” he asked.
“I—I—wait a minute. Shut the door.”
He shut the door. She was still looking away from him.
“Do you understand?” she said, still in a sharp voice.
“Understand what?”
“That I’m altered, that the accident’s altered me—very much?”
“I know. The doctor said something. But you look all right.”