"You look similar enough to me." 

"Most people spend less time studying the contours of my face than you do!" 

"I suspect I'd recognize my husband no matter what lengths he went to to disguise himself."

"I wonder if you would have mistaken Joseph for him if they'd raised you first." 

"He's missing a few scars," she says, pointing to just above her eyebrow. "And he has rather different taste in grooming."

"I wouldn't be shocked if the resurrection process were improved in a way that removed the scars but you'd know more about that than I would." 

"I'd expect that to also make him notably younger; I certainly lack the scars of old age, but not of my youth."

"Ah. Joseph talked about the two of you enough for me to guess what was going on when I got back but not enough that I would notice any scars you're missing." 

She nods. "It'd be odd for you to know of most of them."

"Anyway, it's certainly true that it's fairly easy to tell Hiram and Joseph apart, but I didn't know how likely you found the possibility of 'nigh-identical descendant' compared to those things changing on Hiram." 

"Good point. I suspect if Joseph had tried to deceive me, sensible explanations could have been furnished, but I would have noticed before too long. I likely would have expected a trick, before anything else."

"I have absolutely no desire to pretend to be someone else's husband." 

"You're a good kid," is all she says.

"He issss, I'm so lucky," she says, hugging her fiance's arm. 

Aw, cute lovebirds.

"Do we want to explore Boston, now that we're a bit settled?" she asks.

"Sure! --Dearheart?" 

"Alright." 

And off they go.

Amity is fascinated by all the changes to the city, and by modern restaurants and museums and movie theaters... (She wants to see a film.)

They have the money for that! 

Onwards! To the marvels of modern entertainment science!

They pick a romantic comedy called The Farmer's Wife, pay for the tickets, and go inside. 

She's honestly more interested in everything but the plot. It is far better than some plays she's seen, certainly, and the female characters are far more lifelike than some other she could care to name, just - 

She likes this medium well enough, but suspects being the one within the story to be her preference.

"A good enough story," Helen says after, "even if it does illustrate much of what I think of as wrong with marriage in our society." 

"Perhaps as a side effort we should become famous film directors, and produce sensible stories."

"That sounds hard. Let's recruit would-be film directors with good priorities instead and sponsor them."