She sat down on a slab of rock at the edge of the precipice, and went on:
“You don’t mind your wife being a public singer, do you, Dion?”
“Suppose I do?”
“Do you?”
“You’re so energetic I doubt if you could be happy in idleness.”
“I couldn’t in England.”
“And in Greece? But we are only here for such a short time.”
He took her hand in his.
“Learning the lessons of happiness.”
“Good lessons for us!” she said, smiling.