“Jude!”
“What?”
“D’you remember yesterday you asked me if I was going away, now the anchor was down?”
“Yes.”
“What would you have done if I had?”
“I’d a drowned myself in the harbor,” said Jude without a moment’s hesitation. “What’s the good of asking?”
“When did you begin to care for me a bit?”
“D’you remember the sandspit?” asked Jude. “I dunno—maybe it was beyond then—remember the cache?”
“When I chased you round the tree and—”
Jude screwed up her lips.