"I am in the last lap of physical well-being, even though my mind should continue to flourish.
And you are--how much younger! I dare not think." "Idiot!" she exclaimed.

"At fifty-four you are better and stronger than half the men of forty." "I have good health," he admitted, "but no constitution or manner of living is of any account against the years.

In six years' time I shall be sixty years old." She leaned a little towards him.

Now once more the light was coming back into her eyes.

If that was the only thing with him! "In twelve years' time from now," she said, "I, too, shall turn over a chapter, the chapter of my youth.