“Shall we walk outside? Tis a pleasant night for October—much too pleasant to spend it discussing things that must seem very boring to you.” “I haven’t been bored,” Jenny said softly, unconsciously smiling into his eyes. “Who would have guessed,” he teased huskily, “that the selfsame woman who once tried to carve my initials on my face with my own knife would be so agreeable a wife?”
