“And, last of all, Mrs. Jadwin? But I needn’t ask; I can see how well and happy you are.”

“And Mr. Corthell,” she queried, “is also well and happy?”

“ Mr. Corthell,” he responded, “is very well, and⁠—tolerably⁠—happy, thank you. One has lost a few illusions, but has managed to keep enough to grow old on. One’s latter days are provided for.”

“I shouldn’t imagine,” she told him, “that one lost illusions in Tuscan gardens.”