She began to tremble violently.
‘I must go in now, Martin. What shall you do?’
‘I’ll go straight back. I don’t feel like—seeing Mariella—or any one.’
‘But don’t you want something to eat?’
‘No. I’m not hungry.’
It seemed unbearably pathetic that he should not be hungry—he who was always hungry.
‘Good-bye then, Martin.’
‘Good-bye.’
He took her outstretched hand and clutched it.
‘Judith, if you should want me for anything while you’re abroad—let me know. I’ll come to you. Will you promise?’