"I was wondering if you'd remember me," he rumbled, beaming kindly down on the little lady through gold-rimmed spectacles. "You still walk as if you were dancing."
"Who am I?" she asked.
"I don't know," he answered. "Thirty years ago you were Rachel Solomons."
The profound spiritual affinity which had made itself felt in that unforgettable moment under the palms in Grosvenor Square long ago manifested itself instantly.
Time was not. Only two spirits were, who recognized the familiar beat of each other's wings in the dark spaces of Eternity.
She regarded him affectionately.
"How's it gone?" she asked.
"Not so bad, I suppose," he mused. "Better than I expected, if worse than I hoped. I'm dreaming still instead of doing."
"Any big things in your life?"
"One."