"Yes," said Lucy calmly, "you will. You're going to be grasping in
future. You're going to take and have.... Peter, my dear, haven't you
reached the place I've reached yet? Don't you know that between you and
me it's got to be all or nothing? I've learnt that now. So I tried
nothing. But that won't do. So now it's going to be all.... I'm coming to
Thomas and you. We three together will find nice things for one another."

Peter's forehead was on his drawn-up knees. He felt her hand touch his
head, and shivered a little.

"Denis," he whispered.

She answered, "Denis has everything. Denis won't miss me among so much.
Denis is the luckiest, the most prosperous, the most succeeding person I
know. Peter, let me try and tell you about Denis and me."

She paused for a moment, leaning her head back against the beech-tree and
looking up wide-eyed at the singing roof overhead.

"You know how it was, I expect," she said, with the confidence they
always had in each other's knowledge, that saved so many words. "How
Denis came among us, among you and me and father and Felicity and our
unprosperous, dingy friends, and how he was all bright and shining and
beautiful, and I loved him, partly because he was so bright and
beautiful, and a great deal because you did, and you and I have always
loved the same things. And so I married him; and at the time, and oh, for
ever so long, I didn't understand how it was; how it was all wrong, and
how he and I didn't really belong to each other a bit, because he's in
one lot of people, and I'm in another. He's in the top lot, that gets