"I don't want any revelation. I want you," he added hotly.
"So do I, that's why I'm going." The words came in a low rush, and then Mary was looking back to them.
But it was only when Jean actually stood with her finger on the button of Pat's bell, that she realized how astonished Pat would be, and how she had neglected Pat and the babies that summer. And once Pat had known almost every thought that crossed her mind.
"I'm besotted, absolutely dippy, and I'd use God Almighty if I needed Him."
The door opened and Pat herself stood gazing as if she doubted the evidence of her senses.
"Jean!"
Two small naked figures, lurking in the shadow of the upper landing, came tumbling down at their mother's cry and Jean was lost in a tangle of arms and legs.
"Jean! It's Auntie Jean!"
"Jeanie, Frank!" Pat clutched at the waving legs, while Jean held them closer and laughed across at Pat.
"At least they're glad to see me, Pat, and you've only shrieked 'Jean!'"