"Oh, I say, but that's too bad! And I never knew you were here!" he lamented.
"I only stopped overnight with Avis. I am on my way home—"
"To Leonard?" And Kennaston smiled. "How do you get on with him nowadays?"
"We are—contented, I suppose. He has his business—and politics. He is doing perfectly splendidly now, you know. And I have my memories." Her voice changed. "I have my memories, Felix! Nothing—nothing can take that from me!"
"Good God, Muriel, there are a dozen people watching us—"
"What does that matter!"
"Well, it matters a lot to me. I live here, you know."
She was silent for a moment. "You look your latest rôle in life so well, too, Felix. You are the respectable married gentleman to the last detail. Why, you are an old man now, Felix," she said wistfully. "Your hair is gray about the ears, and you are fat, and there are wrinkles under your
