V
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.