"Do you remember our talking of it in London--that night at the play ?" Before he could say yes, however, she had put it to him for other matters.

Did he remember, did he remember--this and that of their first days?
He remembered everything, bringing up with humour even things of which she professed no recollection, things she vehemently denied; and falling back above all on the great interest of their early time, the curiosity felt by both of them as to where he would "come out." They had so assumed it was to be in some wonderful place--they had thought of it as so very MUCH out.
Well, that was doubtless what it had been--since he had come out just there.

He was out, in truth, as far as it was possible to be, and must now rather bethink himself of getting in again.

He found on the spot the image of his recent history; he was like one of the figures of the old clock at Berne.

THEY came out, on one side, at their hour, jigged along their little course in the public eye, and went in on the other side.