Her smile departed.
"You may have noticed," he continued, "a certain bloom, so to speak, upon me, a sort of freshness, and so on. Madge, it is the bloom of youth."
She grew uneasy.
"Oh, really?"
"It is a literal, physical fact. I am rapidly approaching thirty."
She moved into the farthest corner of her chair, but made no other comment.
"You will thus see that it is merely a question of time before there will be an even greater disparity of years between you and me than between Ellen and Andrew."
Her expression changed entirely.
"Heriot!" she exclaimed indignantly.