"You are positively venerable, then; and since you are, I must be too."
"I am much older than you are," she said; "not in years, but in life. You don't feel old."
"And do you?"
"Frightfully."
"What brings it on?"
"Oh! Experience—and other things. It is the soul which grows old."
"But you have been happy?"
"Never—never in my life, except when I was singing, have I been happy. Have you been happy?"
"Yes," I said, "once or twice."