I know you'll understand.

Maisie, dear, it sounds a bit absurd, but those ten years never existed, and I've come back again.

It really is just the same.

Can't you see?
You're alone now and I'm alone.
What's the use of worrying?
Come to me instead, darling.' Maisie poked the gravel with her parasol.

They were sitting on a bench.
'I understand,' she said slowly.