There, now. With frustrating slowness, Algernon scratched out his feeble request on the paper Seraphina handed him. He was stronger than he'd been when he first awoke, but he was still extremely limited. He wanted to know what was going on outside his bedchamber. He could ask Mrs. Banges, he supposed, but Algernon didn't trust the nurse to not do something like lie out of some misplaced notion about not upsetting him.
So he wrote Tell me what has been happening. on the paper and set it down on his lap where his daughter could easily read it, and he could easily take it up again to write something else.
So he wrote Tell me what has been happening. on the paper and set it down on his lap where his daughter could easily read it, and he could easily take it up again to write something else.