"Well, it is something to have a grandfather. And to follow in his footsteps."
But her mind was not on grandfathers. "Dr. Brooks will be here in an hour and I must get Peggy's room ready. And will you please look after yourself for a little while? Eric will attend to your trunks."
It took Geoffrey all the morning to settle. He heard Richard come and go. At noon Anne brought up his tray.
Opening the door to her knock, he protested. "You shouldn't have done it."
"Why not? It is all in the day's work. And I am not going to be silly about it any more."
"You were never silly about it."
"Yes, I was. But I have worked it all out in my mind. My bringing up the tray to you won't make me any less than I am or any more. It is the way we feel about ourselves that counts—not what other people think of us."
"So you don't care what I think of you?"
"No, not if I am doing the things I think are right."
"And you don't care what Richard Brooks thinks?"