“Has she told you?”
“No. But I see it radiating out of her, as you see it. But she is no danger ... to my domestic happiness. That happiness lies in my son, not in my husband.”
“I like Hans,” he said, almost reproachfully. “I have always liked him, perhaps just because he was always a child—and I already a man—when we were boys. He is still a child. He also ... loves her. You see, I say different things from other people, because I don’t know how to talk....”
“I know,” she whispered, “that he loves her.”
“You know?”
“Yes.”
“Has he told you?”
“No. But I see it radiating out of him as I do out of her.”
“So do I.”
“Hush, please hush!”