Anne tilted up her nose and sniffed delicately.
"Fancy seeing this country suddenly for the first time," he said.
"There's such a lot of it. You wouldn't see it properly. It takes ages just to tell one hill from another."
He looked at her. She could feel him meditating, considering.
"I say, I wonder what it would feel like seeing each other for the first time."
"Not half so nice as seeing each other now. Why, we shouldn't remember any of the jolly things we've done: together."
He had seen Maisie Durham for the first time. She wondered whether that had made him think of it.
"No, but the effect might be rather stunning—I mean of seeing you."
"It wouldn't. And you'd be nothing but a big man with a face I rather liked. I suppose I should like your face. We shouldn't know each other, Jerrold."
"No more we should. It would be like not knowing Dad or Mummy or Colin.
A thing you can't conceive."