"These storms are part of our lives.

They come with birth, and they shake the world when death seizes us.

One should not be afraid, but I have been so ill, Everard.
Shall I call you Everard still ?" "Why not ?" he asked.
"Because you are not like Everard to me any more," she told him, "because something has gone from you, and something has come to you.

You are not the same man.

What is it?
Had you troubles in Africa?
Did you learn what life was like out there ?" He sat looking at her for a moment, leaning back in his chair, which he had pushed a few feet into the shadows.