“Yes, dear.”
“Did I hurt him?”
“Not seriously. Sorry I was not quicker, Patricia.”
“I did not even know myself,” she answered, wearily. “Christopher, why was I born? Why didn’t someone let me die?”
He gave her a little shake. “Don’t talk like a baby. But, Patricia, how is it Geoffry doesn’t know?”
She looked round with languid interest.
“Why did he go?”
“I sent him away.”
“He went?”
“What else could he do?”