‘And supposing there was ever anything worrying you—anything on your mind—please try to tell me. You needn’t be afraid. I hope perhaps—you might think it was—rather nice to feel there was a person you could rely on always. Would you, Judith?’
He paused, breathless and deeply moved.
‘Yes, Martin.’
‘Please think of me as that person.’
‘I will, Martin.’
‘You’re not worrying about anything now?’
‘No, no.’
‘That’s right. As long as I know. I thought yesterday.... But I suppose it was the rabbit?’
She shuddered, and nodded her head, remembering her dream, unable to speak.
He said in an amused, tender, big-man-to-little-woman way: