CHAPTER THREEThe Duke drove from the Champs Élysées into the Place de la Concorde with Shenda sitting beside him.
“Now I must explain to you,” he began, “all about your patient.”
Shenda turned to him and became attentive.
“I am led to believe,” the Duke said slowly as if he was considering every word, “that Captain Ivan Worth was deeply upset by a woman before he was wounded in battle. He is therefore, I understand, somewhat difficult with his nurses – and he may not be too pleased to see you.”
“I expect that is due to his wounds, Your Grace. I know my mother told me about women who hated their husbands anywhere near them after an accident or quarrel. He probably doesn’t like feeling so weak and helpless.”
“That is exactly what I thought,” the Duke agreed with some satisfaction. “
