Martha blinked and became even more bashful. "Perfidious? Goodness!" she exclaimed, clearly shocked at the idea, "not at all, sir! No...not perfidious."
"I...I am..." she struggled for an excuse for her behaviour. Finding none that would rescue her, she simply smiled meekly.
"That is to say, sir...I find nothing in your conduct which alarms or upsets me, sir." a sincere smile.
"Ah...I share your enjoyment of roses! There is also a most splendid airport...I enjoy watching the aircraft in motion." she smiles again. Her voice little more than a whisper. Her gloved hands, freed from gripping at her maimed leg, now flutter and soar, emulating the take-off and landing of various jet planes.