He wanted silence, pure and whole. But she was uneasy yet for some word, for some assurance.

‘Nobody will miss you?’ she asked, anxious for some communication.

‘Miss me?’ he echoed. ‘No! Why?’

‘I wondered if anybody would be looking for you.’

‘Why should they look for me?’ And then he remembered his manners. ‘But perhaps you want to get back,’ he said, in a changed voice.

‘No, I don’t want to get back,’ she replied. ‘No, I assure you.’

‘You’re quite sure it’s all right for you?’

‘Perfectly all right.’