"I can't tell you."
"My wife died five years ago when my youngest little girl was born."
"And I thought," she said, "you were so young."
"I'm thirty-five."
"Still I was right. You're young. Very young."
"Oh, well, don't you know, they say a woman's as young as she looks, and a man's as young as he feels. I feel all right."
"You dear." Her mouth and eyes said it without a sound.
"Are you quite sure that's all you want to know?"
"I had to know it."