He evidently considered her remembrance of him a feather in his cap.
"We old fellows feel a little sadly, at times, how unimportant we are," he explained.

"We are grateful when Youth throws us a smile." "You told me my coming would take you back thirty-three years," Joan reminded him.

"It makes us about the same age.

I shall treat you as just a young man." He laughed.

"Don't be surprised," he said, "if I make a mistake occasionally and call you Lena." Joan had no appointment till the afternoon.