"Quite fit, thanks." And he gravely trusted that her own health was satisfactory.
"You haven't changed your mind?" she asked with a smile which the profane might consider more like a grin.
Sir Charles said he had not, and a healthy colour showed under the tan.
"All these years," commented the old lady, ironically.
"Four," said Sir Charles.
"Was it four years ago when you saw her in Egypt?"
"Four years—last month—the tenth."
"And never saw her again?"
"Never."
Mrs. Sprowl shook with asthmatic mirth: