‘Your mother would want me to care for Trix, she’d never forgive me if I left her care to strangers,’ he replied.
No question of help from her husband. In view of the fits of rage which the sight of him seemed to provoke, Rud could scarcely blame Fleming for retreating to London.
‘Pater, she’s more deranged now than I’ve ever seen her. She’s too much to manage at home: it’s a case for professionals. There’s no need to worry about the expense, I’ll cover any cost –’
‘Perhaps, in a week or two, if she doesn’t come round a bit,’ was the best he could get out of him.
Rud saw that his father was afraid. That he had put the exhausting distraction of Trix between himself and an agony of loss.
For himself, the company of Trix in such a state was the stuff of nightmare. He simply couldn’t rema
