After a long pause, he dropped out, incredulously:
"Without me?"
She felt her hands grow suddenly cold with fear of the battle.
"Yes," she nodded, "without you."
As he looked at her she was again as dazzling to him as a beautiful stranger; and as strange.
He said somewhat stiffly: "That's not exactly what a man expects to hear when he comes back after a long time."
"I'm sorry."
"You've changed somehow. What's the matter?"
"I've grown young again. That's all, isn't it?"
"I don't know if that's all."