"Yes."
Her head was leaning on his shoulder. He bent down and kissed her forehead.
"I'm glad there's no light, dear."
"Why?"
"Because if I saw you I could not believe this is true. Hetty."
"What?"
"Nothing, dear. I only wanted to hear your voice, so that I might be sure this is you."
He put his hand on her head.
"Is that your hair, dear?"
"Yes."