"What is it, Mummy?"
"I don't know, dear...."
"But why are you crying? Surely there must be something!..."
"No, it's nothing.... It's nothing ... I think...."
She leant against him. She told him how the dread horror was clutching at her. She was very much unstrung and she felt as if something was going to happen: a great sorrow, a disaster, an accident, she didn't know what.... She poured out her anxious soul to him, nestling in his arms:
"It's too silly, Addie. I must try to be calmer."
She became calmer under his steady gaze. Oh, what delightful eyes he had! As she looked into them, she became calmer:
"Addie ... your eyes...."
"What about them, Mummy?"
"They are growing lighter in colour: they are serious, as always, but they're becoming lighter...."