"We might imagine coming upon our former selves over there, and travelling round with them--a wedding journey 'en partie carree'." "Something like that.

I call it a very poetical idea," she said with a sort of provisionality, as if distrusting another ambush.
"It isn't so bad," he admitted.

"How young we were, in those days!" "Too young to know what a good time we were having," she said, relaxing her doubt for the retrospect.

"I don't feel as if I really saw Europe, then; I was too inexperienced, too ignorant, too simple.

I would like to go, just to make sure that I had been." He was smiling again in the way he had when anything occurred to him that amused him, and she demanded, "What is it ?" "Nothing.