"Yes, she's still here with me," Demelza says, smiling gratefully as the woman helps lower her to the bench, still holding tightly to Demelza's arm, taking care to make sure she doesn't fall. She's very pretty, Demelza notices, she looks a little like Elizabeth with her soft, dark hair and wide green eyes, and she suddenly feels a wave of nostalgia so strong it startles her into silence. It isn't even that she looks that much like Elizabeth, but it's enough.

The last time she had seen Elizabeth, she had still been so sick. Ross had told her they had recovered, that she and Francis and Geoffrey Charles were all on the mend because of what Demelza had done for them, and she's ever so grateful for that, but she does miss them all. Any animosity she'd felt has long since fled and she would like very much to see them all again.

"I can hear the ambulance," she tells him, finally wrenching herself from her nostalgia. "It's near, Ross, it won't be very long. I'll tell them you'll be arriving in a taxi." And she makes herself a promise now not to be frightened, no matter what happens. It isn't anyone's fault but her own that she's so far away from Ross and the hospital, so she mustn't burden him with her fears. The ambulance is only coming to help her and even if it does remind her of her first frightening hours here, she can pretend as if things aren't quite so terrible. For Ross and for their baby.

"Here it is, Ross," she says. "It's quite near. I don't know if they'll let me stay on the telephone. I might have to let go."