"Yes," she said, smiling. "I understand what you mean. We remain the same from childhood ... and yet ... yet we change. It is like a game of riddles. I ... I am the same ... and I am changed."
"I too. My soul still recognizes in itself my former child's soul ... and yet ... yet I am changed.... Tell me: I believe things are running smoothly with you...."
"Sometimes."
"Not always?"
"No."
"I am so glad to see ... that things are going well as between you and Henri."
"We are growing so old ... Everything gets blunted."
"No, it's not only that."
"No, not only."
"You have grown used to each other...."