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Anna was standing at the foot of the stairs. “Are you leaving now, Stephen?”

“Yes⁠—I’m going, Mother.”

“A short visit!”

“Yes, I must get back to work.”

“I see.⁠ ⁠…” Then after a long, awkward pause: “Where would you like him buried?”

“In the large north paddock where he died⁠—I’ve told Jim.”

“Very well, I’ll see that they carry out your orders.” She hesitated, as though suddenly shy of Stephen again, as she had been in the past; but after a moment she went on quickly: “I thought⁠—I wondered, would you like a small stone with his name and some sort of inscription on it, just to mark the place?”

“If you’d care to put one⁠—I shan’t need any stone to remember.”

The carriage was waiting to drive her to Malvern. “Goodbye, Mother.”

“Goodbye⁠—I shall put up that stone.”

“Thanks, it’s a very kind thought of yours.”

Anna said: “I’m so sorry about this, Stephen.”

But Stephen had hurried into the brougham⁠—the door closed, and she did not hear her mother.