He laughed.
"You poor darling! Wasn't it ever as hot as this in Apex?"
She withdrew her hand with a slight grimace.
"Yes—but I didn't marry you to go back to Apex!"
Ralph laughed again; then he lifted himself on his elbow and regained the hand. "I wonder what you DID marry me for?"
"Mercy! It's too hot for conundrums." She spoke without impatience, but with a lassitude less joyous than his.
He roused himself. "Do you really mind the heat so much? We'll go, if you do."
She sat up eagerly. "Go to Switzerland, you mean?"
"Well, I hadn't taken quite as long a leap. I only meant we might drive back to Siena."
She relapsed listlessly against her tree-trunk. "Oh, Siena's hotter than this."