She looked up again. "And I shall have a hundred pounds a year. That would pay the rent and keep the garden tidy."
He turned on her sharply. "Mind, I'm going to buy your clothes!"
"I can make them all," she said serenely. She leaned against him. "We love each other—and we know so little about each other. I don't even know how old you are!"
"I'm nearly thirty-one."
"That's rather old. You must know more than I do."
"I expect I do."
A faint line came between her eyebrows. "Perhaps you have been in love before."
"I have." His lips tightened at the memory.
"Very much in love?"
"Pretty badly."