I laughed. I kept laughing a little, foolishly, I felt.
I said:
‘I was married before you went away.’
He said:
‘Yes, but hardly; now you are quite used to it, I suppose?’
I said:
‘Yes.’
He wanted to know if I was happy. I knew he wanted to, and I wanted to tell him that I was, but we seemed too awkward, somehow, to talk in that way, seriously; it was as though we were afraid. He only laughed a little, and said:
‘And how do you like it?’
And I said: