He looked again at the photograph.
"When was this taken ?" "A few months ago.

She sent it to me in October.

She is beautiful, don't you think ?" "Yes." But it was not the beauty of the girl who had ridden along the South Downs with him eight years ago.

There was more of character in the face now, less, much less, of youth and none of the old gaiety.

The open frankness had gone.