Falchion," she interrupted clearly.
"MRS.

Falchion!" he said, with surprise.

"It is so many years since we had met, and--" "And it is so easy to forget things?
But it isn't so many, really--only seven, the cycle for constitutional renewal.

Dear me, how erudite that sounds!...

So, I suppose, we meet the same, yet not the same." "The same, yet not the same," he repeated after her, with an attempt at lightness, yet abstractedly.
"I think you gentlemen know each other ?" she said.
"Yes; we met in the cemetery this morning.