“I've always wondered why you're the only one who doesn't have a temper. I've never seen you in a rage."
"I'm quite capable of anger," Helen assured her wryly.
"Anger, yes. But not the kind of fury in which you shout and throw things, and make nasty remarks you'll later regret."
Helen worked diligently on the vanilla vine as she replied. "Perhaps I'm a late bloomer. I could develop a temper later."
"Heavens, I hope not. If you do, we'll have no kind, calm person to soothe savage beasts such as Mr. Winterborne."
Helen sent her a quick, sidelong glance. "He's not savage. He's accustomed to being the center of much activity. It's difficult for a man with a forceful nature to be idle and ill.”