"You used to hate all old things."
John was looking down into her face, that appeared to him now as the most beautiful in the world. He made no answer to her remark, and Elaine went on:
"You look at things so differently, Bernard."
"In what way?" John asked.
"I don't know," answered she. "I have a sort of queer feeling, Bernard, that you are yourself, and yet there is something that has occurred to make you different."
John felt that the discussion was drifting in an awkward direction.
"Do you know what I think?" he remarked.
"What do you think?" asked Elaine, as they walked together.
"I think I ought to do something to make up for all the bad times—er—I have given you in the past."
She was silent, walking along gazing before her.