‘Hullo!’ she called back. ‘Did you have a nice bathe? We did, didn’t we, Judy?’ Empty little voice, with perhaps a trace of relief in it.... It was all over.
They went back to find Julian.
They slipped back towards home along the chalky roads in an evening heavy with dark shadows.
Martin drove in silence, and Judith sat beside him. Perhaps she would tell him to drive straight home without bothering to drop her; and then they might invite her to come in for a moment, and she would see Roddy—see for herself how ill he was.
Martin turned and looked at her suddenly, and said with a nervous twitch of his mouth:
‘It is such fun seeing you again.’
‘Such fun, Martin.’
‘At Cambridge——’ He stopped.
‘Yes, Martin?’
‘It was ghastly not seeing you oftener at Cambridge.’