Cordelia finally smiled at Mr. Scott for the first time since she knocked into him and let him take the notebook as she, in turn, took his arm with her able hand. "Thank you," she said as they started down the steps, "your manners would be worthwhile for a certain someone whose last name begins with a 'c' and ends with an 'n' and rhymes with 'smarrington' to learn." She shook her head and determined to put Mr. Carrington's rudeness out of her mind henceforth after that one last jibe. "Not quite injured," she admitted, truly glad for his help and civility, "handicapped with, ironically considering the term, my right hand. It's been useless for..." She thought for a moment then determined the length of time as her smile faded, remembering that night, "a little over two months."