A small smile came over Winifred’s face, subtle and sceptical.
“ I don’t believe he will,” the child asserted, mockingly, and she moved away into the drive. Gudrun watched the isolated figure, and her heart stood still. Winifred was playing with a little rivulet of water, absorbedly as if nothing had been said.
“ I’ve made a proper dam,” she said, out of the moist distance.
Gerald came to the door from out of the hall behind.
“ It is just as well she doesn’t choose to believe it,” he said.
Gudrun looked at him. Their eyes met; and they exchanged a sardonic understanding.
“ Just as well,” said Gudrun.
He looked at her again, and a fire flickered up in his eyes.
“ Best to dance while Rome burns, since it must burn, don’t you think?” he said.
She was rather taken aback
