“But there aren’t any, really. At least nothing to groan about.”
“Now you’re talking nonsense. I don’t mind, though. You talked a good deal of nonsense on that Sunday, the hare-Sunday, you and Lady Sunningdale. How is she?”
“I forget. I forget everything but—this!”
She bent towards him.
“Am I really all that to you?” she asked.
“Yes, all. More than all.”
After a while she spoke again.
“And you have no back-thought? There is no dark place at all, no shadow of any kind?”
He looked up quickly.
“Yes, a possible shadow,” he said.