"So'm I," said Ann.
"You been for a walk?" asked Kipps.
Ann showed him a bunch of wayside flowers.
"It's a long time since I seen you, Ann. Why, 'ow long must it be? Seven—eight years nearly."
"It don't do to count," said Ann.
"It don't look like it," said Kipps, with the slightest emphasis.
"You got a moustache," said Ann, smelling her flowers and looking at him over them, not without admiration.
Kipps blushed....
Presently they came to the bifurcation of the roads.