‘Yes.’
He wanted to know if I was happy. I knew he wanted to, and I
wanted to tell him that I was, but we seemed too awkward, somehow,
to talk in that way, seriously; it was as though we were afraid.
He only laughed a little, and said:
‘And how do you like it?’
And I said:
‘Very much, thank you.’
And then we both laughed.
I wanted to tell him about my baby; that I was going to have
one very soon now, though I suppose he knew; but I could not
speak about that either. It was odd, and painful, the way we
could not talk.