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’
Just
about
.
’
’
Good
.
Obviously
we
shouldn
’
t
get
married
,
if
only
for
the
sake
of
the
children
.
’
Mort
nodded
.
They
sat
down
on
a
stone
seat
between
some
neatly
clipped
box
hedges
.
Death
had
made
a
pond
in
this
corner
of
the
garden
,
fed
by
an
icy
spring
that
appeared
to
be
vomited
into
the
pool
by
a
stone
lion
.
Fat
white
carp
lurked
in
the
depths
,
or
nosed
on
the
surface
among
the
velvety
black
water
lilies
.
’
We
should
have
brought
some
breadcrumbs
,
’
said
Mort
gallantly
,
opting
for
a
totally
non
-
controversial
subject
.
’
He
never
comes
out
here
,
you
know
,
’
said
Ysabell
,
watching
the
fish
.
’
He
made
it
to
keep
me
amused
.
’
’
It
didn
’
t
work
?
’
’
It
’
s
not
real
,
’
she
said
.
’
Nothing
’
s
real
here
.
Not
really
real
.
He
just
likes
to
act
like
a
human
being
.
He
’
s
trying
really
hard
at
the
moment
,
have
you
noticed
.
I
think
you
’
re
having
an
effect
on
him
.
Did
you
know
he
tried
to
learn
the
banjo
once
?
’
’
I
see
him
as
more
the
organ
type
.
’
’
He
couldn
’
t
get
the
hang
of
it
,
’
said
Ysabell
,
ignoring
him
.
’
He
can
’
t
create
,
you
see
.
’
