" He writes handsomely , doesn ’ t he , Susan ? " said Caleb , turning his eyes upward to his wife , who raised her hand from his shoulder to his ear , while she rested her chin on his head . " Brooke didn ’ t like to ask me himself , I can see , " he continued , laughing silently .
«Он прекрасно пишет, не так ли, Сьюзен?» — сказал Калеб, взглянув вверх на жену, которая подняла руку с его плеча к уху и положила подбородок ему на голову. «Я вижу, что Брук не любил спрашивать меня сам», — продолжил он, тихо смеясь.