“Yes, aren’t they?” said Ann Veronica, after a thoughtful pause. And then, “They seem changed.”
“Come in out of the cold,” said Capes, and took her arm.
“They seem smaller, you know, even physically smaller,” she said.
“You’ve grown out of them.... Your aunt liked the pheasant.”
“She liked everything. Did you hear us through the archway, talking cookery?”
They went up by the lift in silence.
“It’s odd,” said Ann Veronica, re-entering the flat.
“What’s odd?”
“Oh, everything!”
She shivered, and went to the fire and poked it. Capes sat down in the arm-chair beside her.