“Am I so much changed?”
“No; you are looking better than I expected.”
“And you are not sorry—for anything?”
“No, I am—Perhaps I have thought of you too much! It seems so strange.”
“I understand,” he answered. “We have been like spirits to each other, and now we find that we are alive and on the earth like other people; and we are not used to it.”
“It must be something like that.”
“But if it's something else—if you have the least regret,—if you would rather”—He stopped, and they remained looking at each other a moment. Then she turned her head, and glanced out of the window, as if something there had caught her sight.
“It's a very pleasant view, isn't it?” she said; and she lifted her hands to her head, and took off her hat, with an effect of having got home after absence, to stay.