"That means that I was looking very seedy at the end of the season, doesn't it?
Well, we must show wear at last, you know." Wilson took the cup gratefully.

"Ah, no need to remind a man of seventy, who has just been home to find that he has survived all his contemporaries.

I was most gently treated--as a sort of precious relic.
But, do you know, it made me feel awkward to be hanging about still." "Seventy?
Never mention it to me." Hilda looked appreciatively at the Professor's alert face, with so many kindly lines about the mouth and so many quizzical ones about the eyes.

"You've got to hang about for me, you know.

I can't even let you go home again.