He believed so.

She looked younger than ever, but sweeter, less flippant, less triumphantly irresponsible.

She sat, like a child, with her hands in her lap, her mouth soft, an odd wistfulness in her eyes with their long curling lashes.

A black straight-brimmed straw hat sat well down on her small head and put a shadow on her face.

The slim roundness of her arms showed through the white silk shirt, and her low collar proved all the beauty of her throat and neck.