"Oh, don't scold him so. He's so darling, he can't help it. Can you sweets? No." She looked up to see Tristan walking toward her, arm in a sling and he was using a cane. Angel's jaw opened in shock. "Tristan? Is that truly you? Ma chere, what happened?" Pepe was nearly forgotten as Angel walked to Tristan, her steps still those of Versailles as her dress was a formal one.