"Oh, you're too clever. Too clever for me."
"Am I too clever for myself?"
"Probably."
He laughed abominably.
"I don't see the joke."
"If you don't see it this minute you'll see it in another ten years."
"Now," she said, "you're too clever for me."
They walked on in silence again. The mist gathered and dripped about them.
Abruptly she spoke.
"Has anything happened?"