And I thought:
‘Guy has forgotten Mollie . . .’
And I thought, as I watched her walk:
‘I know what she feels like. . . . I felt like that, once. . . . I can remember it. . . .’
And then I thought:
‘That is why Walter wanted me . . . do they always want that in us?’
And then I thought:
‘Guy is like Walter, now, in that way, and he wants her . . .’
Guy smiled at her as one might at a loved child.
‘You see,’ he said to me, ‘I have good care; I ought to get well very soon, oughtn’t I?’