‘I used to think it was better as it was,’ she said, ‘but after all it did not make any difference, did it, in the end?’
I said:
‘It did make a difference, I think.’
She said:
‘Yes; but not in the way I meant. I used to think that you and Hugo would be married one day. It is foolish to make plans.’
I said:
‘I don’t think you made plans in a way that mattered. I don’t think you ever made a mistake.’
She looked round at me, surprised. I was surprised at myself. I had never tried to tell Cousin Delia how I felt about her, and now, suddenly, I wished I could; and I went on:
‘I think you are the most perfect person in the world.’
She said: