"Have you hurt your leg?" she asked.
"I broke it. Over in the States."
"But should you be walking about on it if it is still tender?"
"Oh, it doesn't hurt," he said. "It's just short."
"Short! You mean, permanently short?"
"It looks like it."
They were sensitive lips, she noticed, for all their thinness; they gave him away when he said that.
"But something can be done about that," she said. "It just means that it was mended badly. I expect you didn't have a very good surgeon."
"I don't remember a surgeon. Perhaps I passed out. They did all the correct things: hung weights on the end of it, and all that."
"But Pat — " she began, and failed to finish his name.