She rested her head on the back of the big chair, and shut her eyes.
"Only tea. I can't eat!"
"Here it is."
"I feel as if I'd been away for centuries, as if London must have changed."
"It hasn't."
"And you?"
"Oh, of course, I've shed my nature, as you see!"
"I believe you think I've shed mine."
"Why?"
"I don't know."