"Let us go into the drawing-room for coffee," she said, "unless you would rather sit here and finish your wine."
He shook his head and followed her from the table.
"Enfin," he said when the coffee had been brought in and they were sitting alone together in the drawing-room. "Enfin, here we are!"
"After eleven years, Pierre."
"After eleven years, Mary. Yet you have scarcely changed."
"Oh yes, I have changed a great deal, Pierre."
"Is the old lady still alive, Mary?"
"She died last autumn, Pierre."
"She was no friend to me, Mary."