The watchful,
slightly triumphant child was almost diabolical.
'Do I think he will die?' repeated Gudrun. 'Yes, I do.'
But Winifred's large eyes were fixed on her, and the girl did not move.
'He is very ill,' said Gudrun.
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.
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