“No, I’m just off to tell her.”
He bent down, kissed her, then straightened himself and ran out of the room. She heard his footsteps clatter on the stairs, then move about in the bedroom above her, and then once more clatter on the stairs. She sighed, her eyes dimming a little, but glad, inexpressibly glad, that he should still need her in his happiness.
Roland found April alone.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said.
“What is it?”
“What do you think?”
“A box of chocolates.”
“Do you want a box of chocolates?”
“I should like one.”
“Right! Then I’ll go and get you one.” And he turned towards the door, but she ran after him and caught him by the sleeve of his coat.