Now that he was close to her she could see that he had vastly improved.

His unhealthy pallor was gone, his eyes had lost their glassiness, his step was firm, his body more elastic.
They set out.

For a few yards not a word was said.

Lavinia was the first to speak.
"I hope the Hampstead ponds have lost their attraction," said she lightly.
"Indeed yes--thanks to you.

My mother says it is due to the Hampstead air, but I know better.