But he shook his head slowly, smiling.
‘I never tell.’
She turned to go into the house.
‘Nor I. But I think one day I will,—tell somebody, one person, something—the truth, just once,—just to see how it feels.’
He followed her in silence into the house.
Martin and Tony were lying in arm-chairs, looking sleepy.
‘Poor things—longing to go to bed. It’s all right, I’m going now. I want to say good-night to Julian.’
On such a night Julian must not be left angry, alone. There must be no failure on her part at least.
‘He’s with Peter.’
‘In his old room?’