“Let us talk,” she replied. And in French, “Ça me fera du bien.”
Instead of speaking at first, he looked at her.
“Anne,” he exclaimed after a moment, “you are amazing! How do you manage it? You look younger than the day I first saw you.”
“But I was old then,” she returned, shaking her head—“very old. A woman who had done with life.”
He answered her seriousness with a slow smile.
“Life had not done with you, had it?”
She did not reply, and with a change of voice, he said—
“So these are your neighbours.”
“Some of them. They are dear people. I can’t tell you half their kindness to me.”
“It’s not difficult to be kind to sweet Anne Page.”