(But shall we inspect what we see beyond? he went on. Please, after you… Elspeth thought: I am so fortunate. I am married to a man who says Please, after you. How fortunate is that? And she thought of a friend who did not even have a husband, although she dearly would have loved one, and how her life would be transformed, would be made perfect, if she had one who said, Please, after you or indeed by one who did not even say that, who said nothing, in fact. Bless you, my darling, she thought. And thank you for this: for this house, for our marriage, for our three boys, for bothering to say Please, after you.)