“Come and hold my hand.”
“What is the problem?”
“I’m thinking. We will have the bed there, and a big cupboard against the north wall, and another cupboard with shelves in that corner. I should like one or two bright-coloured mats.”
“A little colour is good,” said Brent.
His left arm went across her shoulders, and they stood silent, thinking.
“There is only the floor of that room, and the ceilings——”
“And then?”
She looked up at him, and her dark eyes were intense.
“Promise me, you will never run away.”
“Run away?”