Chad gives me the sense of it, for all his grey hairs, which merely make it solid in him and safe and serene; and SHE does the same, for all her being older than he, for all her marriageable daughter, her separated husband, her agitated history.

Though they're young enough, my pair, I don't say they're, in the freshest way, their own absolutely prime adolescence; for that has nothing to do with it.
The point is that they're mine.

Yes, they're my youth; since somehow at the right time nothing else ever was.

What I meant just now therefore is that it would all go--go before doing its work--if they were to fail me." On which, just here, Miss Gostrey inveterately questioned.

"What do you, in particular, call its work ?" "Well, to see me through." "But through what ?"--she liked to get it all out of him.
"Why through this experience." That was all that would come.
It regularly gave her none the less the last word.