‘Mollie, how can you bear it? What have you left at all?’
Mollie looked away. She was kneeling still on the floor, and
the firelight danced on her cheek, turned so, away from me, and
up the lines of her hair. And I saw that she too looked older,
and I saw grey streaks in her hair; and I thought of Guy and
Diana, and I felt that I hated Guy.
She said:
‘I don’t know yet. I shall find something soon. Life will go
on again. I know in my mind that it must.’
She said:
‘Is Guy very happy? What is Diana like?’