Eleanor asked herself. Meaning exactly what? Or who? Me? Philip? And thereby saying by implication that Grant was not man enough for the job? It must be admitted, she thought, but Grant had given a very poor showing of himself today, and she had been ashamed of him, of his pathological fear of infection, of his patronization of David, whom he took to be nothing more than a flunky to be sent out to the kitchen to make coffee, then offered money for his services. But David had shown himself more than capable of looking after himself. A smile twitched at the corners of her mouth as she remembered, and she wiped it away quickly, feeling guilty that her anger with David had been liberally laced with amusement at what he’d done to poor unsuspecting Grant. But, to imply that Grant was not manly was unfair. He, at least had been loyal, steadfast, and had stuck with Eleanor for four years, knowing it would be a long wait until she was free, and not knowing if the wait would be worth it in the long run.
