Judith sighed, and stirred in his arms.
"Are you happier now?" she whispered.
"Yes."
"But you're going to be great. You are, really."
"I am if you want me to. Judith, how long does your father think you and I ought to wait?"
"I don't know. You can ask him. He likes you better than me. He always wanted me to be a boy.... Neil, I want to tell you something. Keep your arm like that, but don't look at me."
"Why?"
"It's about what you don't like me to talk about."
"Everard?"
"Yes, and it's about something dreadful, that day in his library when I was alone with him, and you came. He—frightened me."