“Tha knows tha will — I canna ca’ thee Powla. Should I ca’ thee Minnie?”

It was the name of a dead sister.

“Minnie?” she exclaimed in surprise.

“Aye, should I?”

She answered in full-throated German. He laughed shakily.

“Come on — come on under. But do yer wish you was safe in th’ Vicarage? Should I shout for somebody?” he asked.

“I don’t wish, no!” She was vehement.

“Art sure?” he insisted, almost indignantly.

“Sure — I quite sure.” She laughed.