"How did you know I'd come?" he asked.
"I didn't, but a girl can hope. Bad day?"
"Oh—unsatisfactory. And yours?"
"Barren. Your wife's out to get Hamilton, isn't she?"
"I guess."
"Does she—suspect about us?"
"No." A pause, and, "Why did your husband leave you?"
"He didn't. I left him. Engineer, lived by the slide rule. Are you going to leave your wife?"
He didn't answer that. He pulled her close and buried his face in the bright hair. The violet mists and the smell of grass and the envious sigh of the willows. Why couldn't all life be like this?...