A young married couple whom they knew came by, arm in arm, in their morning walk, and sat down with them, like their own youth, for a moment.
"If you had told them we were going, dear," said Mrs.March, when the couple were themselves gone, "we should have been as old as ever.

Don't let us tell anybody, this morning, that we're going.

I couldn't bear it." They had been obliged to take the secretary of the hotel into their confidence, in the process of paying their bill.

He put on his high hat and came out to see them off.

The portier was already there, standing at the step of the lordly two-spanner which they had ordered for the long drive to the station.