"I was thinking."
"What about?"
"Lots of things."
"New York?"
"That among others."
"Dear old New York," said Molly, with a little sigh. "I'm not sure it wasn't—I mean, I sometimes wish—oh, you know. I mean it's lovely here, but it was nice in the old days, wasn't it, Jimmy? It's a pity that things change, isn't it?"
"It depends."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't mind things changing, if people don't."
"Do you think I've changed? You said I hadn't when we met in the road."