When Catherine came back it was all right again. Ferguson was downstairs, she said. She was coming to lunch.
“I knew you wouldn’t mind,” Catherine said.
"No," I said.
“What’s the matter, darling?”
“I don’t know.”
“I know. You haven’t anything to do. All you have is me and I go away.”
“That’s true.”
“I’m sorry, darling. I know it must be a dreadful feeling to have nothing at all suddenly.”
“My life used to be full of everything,” I said. “Now if you aren’t with me I haven't a thing in the world.”
“But I'll be with you. I was only gone for two hours. Isn’t there anything you can do?”
“I went fishing with the barman.”
“Wasn't it fun?”
"Yes."
“Don’t think about me when I’m not here.”
“That’s the way I worked it at the front. But there was something to do then.”
“Othello with his occupation gone,” she teased.
“Othello was a nigger,” I said. “Besides, I’m not jealous. I’m just so in love with you that there isn’t anything else.”
“Will you be a good boy and be nice to Ferguson?”
“I’m always nice to Ferguson unless she curses me.”
“Be nice to her. Think how much we have and she hasn’t anything.”
“I don’t think she wants what we have.”
“You don’t know much, darling, for such a wise boy.”
