‘Well, now I’ve come back we’ll dance a lot, won’t we?’
‘Oh yes. But you’ll disappear again, I know you will.’
‘Not yet. And not for long.’
She could have cried, he was so comforting.
He spun, holding her tightly, stopped, held her a moment more, and let her go as the record came to an end. She watched him as he went, with that secret of idle grace in his movements, to switch off the gramophone. He looked pale and composed as ever, while she was flushed, throbbing and exhausted with excitement. She stood at the open French windows and leaned towards the cool night air; and he found her silent when he came back.
‘A penny for them, Judith.’
‘I was thinking—what extraordinary things one says. I suppose it’s the dancing. It seems so incredibly easy to behave as one naturally wouldn’t——’
‘I find that myself,’ he said solemnly.
‘The—the unsuitable things that generally stay inside one’s head,—they spring to one’s lips, don’t they?’