She, too, was silent.

But now that I am alone, and memory is alone with me, I am convinced that she also had been happy.
No, not that exactly.

"Happiness" is not the word to describe either her feeling or my own.

Happiness is more active, a more conscious enjoyment.
We had been content.

That expresses our condition perfectly; and now that I can analyze my own feeling, and understand what the word implies, I am satisfied of its accuracy.