Virginia: What do you think is probably the happiest moment in one’s whole life? I think it’s the moment when one is walking in one’s garden, perhaps picking off a few dead flowers and suddenly one thinks: My husband lives in that house—And he loves me. The immense success of my life with Leonard, is I think, that our treasure is hid away; or rather in such common things that nothing can touch it. That is, if one enjoys a bus ride to Richmond, sitting on the green smoking, airing the marmots, sitting down after dinner, side by side. Well, what can trouble this happiness?