“Yes, especially here,” he repeated, smiling—so I have no doubt he did remember.
Just then, Lisabel's laugh, and her husband's with it, rang distantly across the pool.
“They seem very happy, those two.”
I said, I felt sure they were, and that it was a blessed thing to find, the older one grew, how very much of happiness there is in life.
“Do you think so?”
“Do you not think so?”
“I do; but not in your sense exactly. Remember, Miss Theodora, people see life in a different aspect at twenty-five and at—”
“Forty. I know that.”
“That I am forty? Which I am not quite, by the bye. No doubt it seems to you a most awful age.”
I said, it was perhaps for a woman, but for a man no more than the prime of life, with many years before him in which both to work and enjoy.