Yes.—And here is the little inn at which your father and I used to stop.... And here.... (He looks in silence at the sketch; both remain silent for a long while)
FELIX (picking up the sketch)
How old was my mother at the time?
JULIAN (who remains seated)
Eighteen.
FELIX (going a few steps away and leaning against the bookcase in order to get better light on the picture)
A year before she was married, then.
JULIAN
It was done that very year. (Pause)
FELIX