“Yes, indeed, Ketill. But you have told me nothing; I know nothing of what could have upset you.”
“Well, hardly. Women don’t understand men’s troubles as a rule.”
“That seems a new sort of thing for you to say.”
“Possibly. We’ve hardly known each other long enough for me to have told you everything I think.”
“True, we have not known each other so very long. I only hope we may not find we knew too little of each other.”
Ketill laughed; to his mind, the question was not worth taking so seriously.
“Well, you’ve certainly grown less of a child and more of a woman—more of a married woman—than you were.”
But Alma found it utterly impossible to fall in with his tone.
“I am tired, Ketill. I should like to go to bed.”
“Already! Well, well, perhaps it’s the best thing you could do.”