‘Hush, darling. I’ll be all right, I swear. And I swear that directly everything gets clear I’ll write to you. And then we’ll see. You do trust me, don’t you?’
‘Yes.’
‘And you must promise me to answer.’
‘Yes.’
‘But don’t write before I write to you.’
‘Good-bye, my darling.’ She let her arms fall to her sides.
At the door Judith turned, forcing her mouth into a smile, but Jennifer was not looking at her. Once again, only the tangle of her hair was visible, burning in the lamplight.
The end of the term.
There had been no word from Jennifer. She had vanished. But she was to be trusted: you had only to wait and she would write. Or was she not to be trusted?