I didn't recognise her in the tolerant, all-loving lady." "Oh," cried Pamela, "you are cruel to the girl I once was.

The years mellow.

Surely you welcome improvement, even while you remind me of my sins and faults of youth." "I don't think," Lewis Elliot said slowly, "that I ever allowed myself to think that the Pamela Reston I knew needed improvement.

That would have savoured of sacrilege....

Are we finished?
We might have coffee in the other room." Pamela looked at her host as she rose from the table, and said, "Years have brought clearer eyes for faults." "I wonder," said Lewis Elliot, as he put a large chocolate into Mhor's ever-ready mouth.
Before going home they went for a walk up the glen.