‘Nobody knows for certain. He MAY die, of course.’

The child pondered a few moments, then she asked:

‘But do you THINK he will die?’

It was put almost like a question in geography or science, insistent, as if she would force an admission from the adult. The watchful, slightly triumphant child was almost diabolical.

‘Do I think he will die?’ repeated Gudrun. ‘Yes, I do.’

But Winifred’s large eyes were fixed on her, and the girl did not move.

‘He is very ill,’ said Gudrun.

A small smile came over Winifred’s face, subtle and sceptical.