"What I've longed for in Dunsfield," he said, "is the old order that doesn't change. I don't believe anything has changed."
She plucked up her courage. Now she would challenge him—get it over at once. She would watch his lips as he answered.
"I'm afraid I must have changed, Roger."
"In what way?"
"I am no longer twenty."
"Your voice is just the same."
Shocked, she put up her delicate hands. "Don't—it hurts!"
"What?"
"You needn't have put it that way—you might have told a polite lie."
He rose, turned aside, holding the back of the wicker chair.