‘Oh, Judith, I’ll try to make you happy.’
‘And I’ll try to make you happy, Martin.’
Perhaps in time.... Perhaps in time even Roddy....
At that moment of wistful peace it seemed admirable to undertake the task of making Martin happy.
He said shyly:
‘I wonder what made you say you’d marry me.’
‘Because I’m so fond of you.’
‘Ah! That’s not quite the same as loving, is it?’ His voice was wistful, but not disappointed.
She took his hand.
‘No, Martin, not quite the same.’