'Nothing can ever be like it again.' 'No--because one can never be twenty again,' said the old man, sighing.
'Twenty years hence you will wonder where the magic came from.

Never mind--just now, anyway, the world's your oyster.' Then he looked at her a little more closely.

And it seemed to him that, though she was handsomer, she was not so happy.

He missed some of that quiver of youth and enjoyment he had felt in her before, and there were some very dark lines under the beautiful eyes.

What was wrong?
Had she met the man--the appointed one?
He began to talk to her with a kindness that was at once simple and stately.
'We must all have our ups and downs,' he said to her presently.