‘I shall never see him again — ’

‘Not immediately. Don’t cry, you had to break with him, it had to be — don’t cry.’

He went over to her and kissed her fine, fragile hair, touching her wet cheeks gently.

‘Don’t cry,’ he repeated, ‘don’t cry any more.’

He held her head close against him, very close and quiet.

At last she was still. Then she looked up, her eyes wide and frightened.

‘Don’t you want me?’ she asked.

‘Want you?’ His darkened, steady eyes puzzled her and did not give her play.