Gerald sat talking to her one afternoon in the warm study down at the Mill. Rupert had not yet come home.

‘You are happy?’ Gerald asked her, with a smile.

‘Very happy!’ she cried, shrinking a little in her brightness.

‘Yes, one can see it.’

‘Can one?’ cried Ursula in surprise.

He looked up at her with a communicative smile.

‘Oh yes, plainly.’

She was pleased. She meditated a moment.

‘And can you see that Rupert is happy as well?’

He lowered his eyelids, and looked aside.