"Now you are trying to be of a piece with them," he said.
The glance that she gave him was no longer calm: there was a flash of flame in it.
"You talk as if you had known me for years."
"For thirty years."
"Yes?" She did not understand.
"I have known you for thirty years."
What sort of man was this? "But I am only eighteen," she said.
"Nevertheless, I have known you for thirty years."
She gave an empty glance at her programme.
"Since you were in pinafores," she said, still looking down.