“Why do you look at me like that?” she asked.
“But—do I look at you differently from—”
“Yes,” she interrupted him.
He lowered his eyes, feeling almost guilty.
“But in what way?”
“As if you wanted to know something, as if—have you changed towards me?”
“My dear Adela! What a question from you after all these years!”
“You might change.”
“Nonsense, my dear.”
“No, no, it is not! Anyone may change. We are all incalculable.”