"To get you out of it.
"It's all over," she said.
"It may come back--out there."
"It won't. Out there you'll be happy. I saw Nicky on Sunday--the minute before he was killed, Michael. And he was happy."
"He would be." He was silent for a long time.
"Ronny. Did Nicky know I funked it?"
"Never! He knew you wouldn't keep out. All he minded was your missing any of it."
She got up and put on her hat. "I must go. It's getting late. Will you walk up to Morfe with me? I'm sleeping there. In the hotel."
"No, I say--I'm not going to let you turn out for me. I'll sleep at the hotel."
She smiled at him with a sort of wonder, as if she thought: "Has he forgotten, so soon?" And he remembered.