“I think I may say that it has turned out as well as I expected.”
“Are you happy?”
“Don’t I look so?”
“So it seems to me. But”—and she hesitated a moment—“I imagine you look happy whether you are so or not.”
“I ‘m like that ancient comic mask that we saw just now in yonder excavated fresco: I am made to grin.”
“Shall you come back here next winter?”
“Very probably.”
“Are you settled here forever?”
“‘Forever’ is a long time. I live only from year to year.”
“Shall you never marry?”