"We are in the shade here."
She passed her hand through my arm and pressed her shoulder against mine.
"Do you feel happy, Arthur?"
"Perfectly happy."
"Do you wish to ask me any questions about my past, dearest?"
"No. If there is anything I should know you will tell me."
She sighed and pressed her cheek against my shoulder.
"Arthur," she whispered, "my marriage was not a happy one."
"I should have thought that, Geraldine, by your eyes."