‘Yes, you told me.’
‘Well now you believe it don’t you?’
‘No. No. No.’
‘Ah—you’re incorrigible.... Good-bye, Judy.’
She turned towards him again, took his hand in both hers and clung to it.
‘Roddy, you have—quite liked—being with me ... haven’t you?’
His face softened.
‘I’ve adored it,’ he said gently.
‘And when shall I see you again?’
He shook his head.