‘Because you said you remembered coming here once when you were a boy and finding a new insect, and how you’d always wanted to come back,’ explained Martin.
‘Oh, my accursed sentimentality! I wanted to bring back the days when I was a carefree beetle-hunter. Weren’t there any flies then? Or didn’t one notice them?’
‘I remember one of the beetle-walks when I went with you,’ said Judith. ‘We came back with our legs and arms swollen up like balloons.’
‘Do you remember that?’ He sat up and smiled at her. ‘Did we go on beetle-walks together?’
‘Yes.’ She blushed. ‘Sometimes. I was very proud when you took me.’
He laughed delightedly.
‘I believe I remember. You were a peculiar child. What else did we do when we were young? Can you remember?’
‘I remember a lot.’
‘Oh, do tell us.’
She shook her head.