"Isn't thirty-eight!"
"She is older than that. She once told me so—in an indirect way."
Hartley looked at him with sudden suspicion.
"Then you've—you and she have known each other very well?"
"Never!"
"Till now I imagined her about thirty, thirty-two perhaps, something like that."
"Till now?"
"Yes. She—to-day she looks suddenly almost like a—well—a middle-aged woman. I never saw such a change."
It seemed that the young man was seriously perturbed by the announced transformation.
"Sit down, won't you?" said Isaacson.