“Do you like your life?”
He drew in his lower lip on an indrawn breath and held it with his teeth. His eyes were thinking busily under a slight frown.
“That is one of the things I wished to discuss with you.”
“Oh do discuss it with me,” cried Miriam.
“I am very glad you are getting on here so well” he murmured thoughtfully, gazing through the window, to and fro as if scanning the opposite house-fronts.
“Oh, I like it immensely” said Miriam after a silence. Her head was beginning to ache. He sat quite still, scanning to and fro, his lip recaptured under his teeth.
“They are such nice people. I like it for so many things.”
He looked absently round at her.
“M-yes. On several occasions I thought of writing to you.”
“Yes” said Miriam sitting down opposite to him.