But if that was too good, there was Martin, Martin...
She saw herself sitting in a dressing gown on the arm of a chair in Martin's room in the little New York house.

She heard Martin come along the passage with his characteristic light tread and saw him draw up short.

He looked anxious.

"You wanted me ?" she heard him say.
"I did and do, Marty.

But how did you guess ?" "I didn't guess.