"Nothing, darling."
"You do not look as you used. You look frightened."
"Of what should I be frightened?"
"You are; your eyes are scared. Now am I not sharp, to read your face so quickly? Oh, but I know every line in it! I can see the slightest shadow pass over it. It lies quite transparent. It is like the water in the marble basin. I was watching the water not long ago. I saw the tiniest bird, mirrored deep, deep down. Do you know, Arthur, I sometimes think I could fly? I feel so light—so light—I am sure I should only have to put out my arms to rise."
"You would become an angel before your time, Geraldine."
"But I would never fly away from you, Arthur."
"I hope not, for I don't know how I should be able to pursue you."
She laughed. I passed my arm through hers, and we entered the garden.