"One would think you were fifty to hear you talk so," said Hardwick crossly.
"Do you reckon knowledge by Time?" she asked, harking back to the phrase he had used earlier in the conversation.
He had no reply ready. "Still it is odd to hear a girl of twenty-one talk as you do, Alice."
"You are speaking of my new suit of clothes. I am as old as the world."
"Oh, that is the queer stuff your father talks. He believes in reincarnation, doesn't he?"
"He does, and so do I."
"I wonder that you can. A sensible girl like you——"
"My dear Julian, you speak without knowledge," she interrupted placidly.
"That can't be knowledge which can't be proved."