"What did you think?"
"No matter. That's all ancient history. I say, you look like business. Do you really mean it? Are you really going to Flanders?"
"Do you suppose any woman would go and get herself up like this if she wasn't going somewhere?"
He said (surprisingly), "I don't see what's wrong with it." And then: "It makes you look about eighteen."
"That's because you can't see my face for the dirt."
"For the chin-strap, you mean. Dorothy--do you realize that you're not eighteen? You're eight and twenty."
"I do," she said. "But I rather hoped you didn't; or that if you did, you wouldn't say so."
"I realize that I'm thirty-eight, and that between us we've made a pretty mess of each other's lives."
"Have I made a mess of your life?'
"A beastly mess."