Dan smiled, a sombre, reminiscent smile.
"You don't mean to say you still take Mamma seriously? I never did."
"But—Mark—"
"Or him either."
It hurt her like some abominable blasphemy.
XVII
Nothing would ever happen. She would stay on in Morfe, she and Mamma: without Mark, without Dan, without the Sutcliffes….
They were going….
They were gone.