I said:
‘Guy is going to be married. You know that too, I expect??’
Mollie bent her head.
‘Yes, I know that too,’ she said.
I said:
‘Mollie, how can you bear it? What have you left at all?’
Mollie looked away. She was kneeling still on the floor, and the firelight danced on her cheek, turned so, away from me, and up the lines of her hair. And I saw that she too looked older, and I saw grey streaks in her hair; and I thought of Guy and Diana, and I felt that I hated Guy.
She said:
‘I don’t know yet. I shall find something soon. Life will go on again. I know in my mind that it must.’
She said: