I left them in the sunshine on the terrace creeping up and down, and as I looked back before I entered the house by the French windows of the morning-room, I recognized all at once that my grandmother had put off her black, and was wearing grey, with some of her old lace trimming it.
It was a tabinet which I must have seen in my childhood.

The memory of it was so remote that I felt as if I must have read about it; but I had an exact memory of the way it was made, which was billowing about the feet, and with a very straight bodice.

While I looked at them she picked a rose from the wall and fastened it into her husband's coat.
I was busy till lunch-time, putting up packets and addressing them.

When at last I went downstairs I found Uncle Luke and my godmother in the drawing-room.

The years seemed to have slipped away from her.