‘Won’t you congratulate me, either of you?’ and my voice sounded
odd, and jerky, even to myself, ‘Won’t you give me your good
wishes?’
‘Yes . . . oh surely, all good wishes . . .’ Mollie said, ‘but . . .’
She hesitated and I saw her look at George. . . .
‘If you are going back now, I will go with you,’ George said
abruptly.
He knew, of course, that I had not meant to go back then, for
I had only just come. Mollie looked at him again, surprised,
I thought, and anxious.