Anybody would have done it," he remarked, and dismissed the subject forever.
For a week after this she did not see him again; and then one Saturday afternoon, when she was leaving Dinard's, they met by chance and walked home together.

It was the first time she had been in the street with him, and she was conscious of feeling absurdly young and girlish--she, the mother of a daughter old enough to have love affairs! A soft flush--the flush of youth--tinted her pale cheek; her step, which so often dragged wearily after the day's work, was as buoyant as Fanny's; and her low, beautiful laugh was as gay as if she were not burdened by innumerable anxieties.

As they passed a shop window, her reflection flashed back at her, and she thought happily: "Yes, it is true, you are better looking at thirty-seven, Gabriella, than you were at twenty." "Shall we walk down ?" asked O'Hara, and added: "So that was your shop?
I am glad that I saw it.

But what do you do there all day ?" She laughed merrily.

"Put in pins and take them out again.