Buthecouldnotbeartotellthistohiswifewhenheclimbedthehillthatnight,andheinventedsomeexcuseforbringinghisworkhome.Theinvalidnevernoticedanychangeinhisusualbuoyancy,andindeedIfear,whenhewasfairlyinstalledwithhiswritingmaterialsatthefootofherbed,hehadquiteforgottentheepisode.Hewasrecalledtoitbyafaintsigh.
\"Whatisit,dear?\"hesaidlookingup.
\"Iliketoseeyouwriting,Milty.Youalwayslooksohappy.\"
\"Alwayssohappy,dear?\"
\"Yes.Youarehappy,areyounot?\"