"I saw him—going in at the front door. He did not see me."
"You are sure you would know him again?"
Prue's face exhibited a gleam of amusement. "Know him!" she repeated.
"It is a good many years since you both met. He must be changed."
"No, not much. But perhaps I am! If he saw me—I don't know whether he looked, but if he did, he passed me by. Am I so altered?"
Mrs. Valentine could have said "No!" with all her heart, but she hesitated. Would it be true?
"I suppose there must always be a difference between twenty-one and thirty," she said. "Not in my eyes, but to outsiders."
Disappointment stole over Prue's face. "Yes, of course," she said in flat tones. "But still—"
"He would see the old look still. Anybody must."
"If he takes the trouble to think about the matter."