“Yes,” she said.
It was the second step; and for the second time the man approached no nearer—then.
“Won’t you let me ask you questions instead,” countered the girl, “as a favor?”
“Certainly, if you prefer.”
“‘If I prefer.’” She mouthed the words deliberately. “Very well, then. What have you been doing since I saw you last?”
Roberts gave her an odd look.
“Getting older mostly,” he said.
“I might have chronicled that fact myself,” echoed the girl.
“Very fast,” added the man, evenly. “Did you notice my hair?”
“It is grayer—a bit,” reluctantly.