"But suppose the darkness followed you into the day," Geoffrey said, "suppose that for you there were no light?"
A rim of gold showed above the blackness of the Jersey hills.
"Oh," Marie-Louise exulted, "look at the moon. In a moment there will be light, and you thought you were in the dark."
"You mean that it is an omen?"
"Yes."
"What a small and comfortable person you are," Geoffrey said, and now Anne could see the two of them silhouetted against the brightening sky, one tall and slim, the other slim and short. They walked on, and she heard their voices faintly.
"Do I really make you comfortable, Geoffrey Fox?"
"You make me more than that, Marie-Louise."
