‘Is Guy very happy? What is Diana like?’
I said:
‘She is very young, lovely, and hard as steel.’
She said:
‘We can’t choose for Guy. Perhaps that is right for him.’
I said:
‘It is not right! I think Guy’s soul has died!’
Mollie smiled at me:
‘You are not changed so much, really,’ she said, and touched my hand. And then John stirred and cried, and I picked him up again, and laid my cheek against his, and I felt that I had John, and that he was life for me.
Mollie said: