“I know it isn’t. That’s my ferocious flippancy. Gravediggers.”
“And it isn’t comic for Silvia,” she added.
The spasm of the woodland died away again.
“She hasn’t told me,” said Peter hopelessly. “I can’t get over that.”
“You’ve got to get over that. Otherwise there’s nothing ahead. She’s got to get over more than that.”
All the worst of him returned.
“You speak as if I hadn’t given her all I had got,” he said.
“You’re getting more, my dear. Keep on getting it, and keep on giving it.”
Peter looked at the clock.
“Here endeth the first lesson,” he said. “Not even out of the prophets. I must go and see my father. More acting. Necessary, you know.”