"I feel you've been here for years," she said.
Reginald took a deep breath of his cigarette.

"It's ghastly, this idea of going back," he said.
"Coo-roo-coo-coo-coo," sounded from the quiet.
"But you're fond of being out there, aren't you ?" said Anne.

She hooked her finger through her pearl necklace.

"Father was saying only the other night how lucky he thought you were to have a life of your own." And she looked up at him.

Reginald's smile was rather wan.