"You think so?" She was amused.
"Yes, the same old Marjory. I wonder if there ever was a time when you weren't 'advanced.'"
"You call me advanced? My dear fellow, I must refer you—"
"I know, I know," he protested. "You forget I've come to know them all. Perhaps," he added slyly, "I'm growing just a little advanced myself!"
"You?"
"Can you imagine?"
"Oh, well—"
"In my old age—fancy that!"
"True, I'd forgotten the poet."
"Well," he admitted, "one lives and learns."