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‘The door was on the latch, so I came in,’ says Geoffrey.

‘Why didn’t you ring the bell?’ I say. ‘Oh, Geoffrey, you are a fool!’

Geoffrey scratches the bandage round his head and tries to move his leg. It is not easy when it is strung up in front of him on a pulley. ‘I didn’t want to wake the children,’ he says. He starts to laugh and then gives up because it is obviously too painful. The other visitors in the ward stare at him and I help myself to some more grapes to cover my embarrassment.

‘Why didn’t you wait in the lounge?’

‘I thought you might be reading them a bedtime story or something. As it was …’ His voice tails away.

‘Yes,’ I say firmly. ‘There’s no need to go into that. Your thoughtless intervention made a mess of everything. After all I’d gone through to spare those little children. I can’t bear to think of it.’

‘I don’t like thinking about it very much, either,’ says Geoffrey. ‘You know they nearly killed me, don’t you? The consultant said that if the blade had passed a quarter of an inch nearer – – ’