“But can that be possible?” she asked.
“It is not only possible,” I said, “but it actually happened.”
Her tapering forefinger touched my knee.
“Then forgive me,” she said, “but, if I may venture to say so, hasn’t Time been exceedingly kind to you?”
I stared at her.
“I don’t quite follow,” I said.
“No, of course not,” she said, “your modesty would forbid it. But I can scarcely conceive that, if such had not been the case, I should have failed to remember you.”
“Of course I have matured,” I said.
She nodded imperceptibly.
“That is what I meant,” she said. “I think you must have.”