"There are a lot of us who don't plume ourselves particularly in these days.

We are not as innocent as we were when this sort of thing began.

We are not as innocent as we were when Rosy was married." And he sighed and rubbed his forehead with the handle of his pen.

"Not as innocent as we were when Rosy was married," he repeated.
Bettina went to him and slid her fine young arm round his neck.

It was a long, slim, round arm with a wonderful power to caress in its curves.
She kissed Vanderpoel's lined cheek.
"Have you had time to think much about Rosy ?" she said.
"I've not had time, but I've done it," he answered.