Gerry felt a quiver of alarm shoot through her that grew with every minute of the fifteen it took him to come and see her. Were the twins ill? Was Teddy keeping back from her that something had happened to one, or both, of them? ‘Are the twins all right?’ was her first question as he came through the door with Teddy close behind him. ‘What a little worry madam you are!’ His smile relieved the tension of her mind. She liked the way Paul Meadows’ eyes smiled when he smiled—she’d noticed that sometimes Crawford could give the impression of being in a good humour when his eyes were positively chilly. ‘I’ve never seen such a pair of perfect specimens as Emma and Sarah,’ he went on to clear any remaining doubts. ‘Now let’s take a look at you and see how near to being perfect you are.’ His examination didn’t take long, as he addressed questions to both her and Teddy. ‘I think we can cut the tablets down to one after each meal now,’ he said, addressing Teddy, then closing his case, turned to Gerry and told her she could get up for the afternoon.
