Backed up against the stair newel, J.G. had his arms raised protectively before him, his expression a mixture of amusement and apprehension, while inches away Pearl hovered, a diminutive fury with hands crooked into claws, her pretty voice shrilling invective. Her bonnet had come off and her braid hung down, swinging with her every movement like an angry cat’s tail. J.G. welcomed Elly’s appearance. ‘Thank God you’re here. I can’t make out a word she says, but I’ve no doubt it includes wanting to tear the eyes out of me head.’ She said sharply, ‘Nurse Pearl, what does this mean? Why have you left your patients?’ Pearl didn’t appear to hear her. She made a sudden dart at J.G., who ducked and danced aside with an impish smile. ‘Sure, now, you’d best watch yourself, girl dear, or you’ll be taking an apoplexy.’ Spitting furiously, Pearl launched herself at him, only to find herself held around the waist by Elly, who shook her hard. ‘Calm yourself, Pearl. Tell me what’s wrong.’ She glared at the journalist who had dissolved into mirth.
