Then she forced a laugh.
"Nonsense, Uncle David! Kitty always declares you're the youngest of us all." His eyes smiled back at her.
"Unfortunately, my dear, Time takes no account of a juvenile spirit.
His job is with this body of ours.

But the spirit," he added dreamingly, "and its youthfulness--that's for eternity." "But you look quite well--_quite_ well," she insisted.

And her manner was the more positive because in her inmost mind she thought she could detect a slight increase of that frail appearance she had first noticed on Penelope's wedding-day.
"I've had hints, Nan--Nature's wireless.

So I saw Jermyn Carter a few weeks back--" "What did he say ?" She interrupted swiftly.
"That at my age a man mustn't expect his heart to be the same as in his twenties." A silence fell between them.

Then Nan's hand stole out and clasped his.