"Well, she thinks that if she were a girl she'd like to go to China." Mr.Lanley looked up, and they both smiled with the most perfect understanding.
"She would," said the older man, and then he became intensely serious.
"It's quite out of the question," he said.
"O Grandfather," Mathilde exclaimed, clasping her hands about his arm, "don't talk like that! It wouldn't be possible for me to let him go without me.

O Grandfather, can't you remember what it was like to be in love ?" A complete silence followed this little speech--a silence that went on and on and seemed to be stronger than human power.

Perhaps for the first time in his life Lanley felt hostile toward the girl beside him.

"Oh, dear," Mathilde was thinking, "I suppose I've made him remember my grandmother and his youth!" "Can love be remembered," Pete was saying to himself, "or is it like a perfume that can be recognized, but not recalled ?" Lanley turned at last to Wayne.
"It's out of the question," he said, "that you should take this child to China at two weeks' notice.

You must see that." "I see perfectly that many people will think it so.