“Yes.”
“And he told me—he thinks we are doing each other harm by the way we are living.”
“What way, Thyrsis?”
“By not being really married. He says you are suffering because of it.”
“But Thyrsis!” she cried, in astonishment. “I’m not!”
“He says you wouldn’t know it, Corydon. It would keep you nervous and upset.”
“But dear,” she said, “I’m perfectly happy!”
“Are you sure of it?”
“Perfectly sure.”
“And—and if it was ever otherwise—you would tell me?”