"How long?"
"Oh—I don't know. It might have been that first week. After I'd found out that there was peace when you came into the room; and no peace when you went out. When you're there peace oozes out of you and soaks into me all the time."
"Does it feel like that?"
"Just like that."
"But—if it feels like that now, we should spoil it by marrying."
"Oh no we shouldn't."
"Yes…. If it's peace you want. There won't be any peace…. Besides, you don't know. Do you remember telling me about your uncle?"
"What's he got to do with it?"
"And that girl. You said I couldn't have known anything about it…. You said I couldn't even have come in for the sad end of it."
"Well?"