Dear God, said Will, looking from Charlotte to Nate and back again. Is there anything that makes women sillier than the sight of a wounded young man?Tessa slitted her eyes at him. You might want to clean the rest of the blood of your face before you continue arguing in that vein. Will threw his arms up in the air and stalked off. Charlotte looked at Tessa, a half smile curving the side of her mouth. I must say, I rather like the way you manage Will. Tessa shook her head. No one manages Will.
You point your feet out too much when you walk, Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. Camille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duckI do not walk like a duck.I like ducks, Jem observed diplomatically. Especially the ones in Hyde Park.
She had taken him for granted, she thought with surprise and shame, watching the flickering candlelight. She had assumed his kindness was so natural and so innate, she had never asked herself whether it cost him any effort. Any effort to stand between Will and the world, protecting each of them from the other. Any effort to accept the loss of his family with equanimity. Any effort to remain cheerful and calm in the face of his own dying.