"My hair is getting gray!" She looked up swiftly, and then, so suddenly that it took his breath away, her fingers were running back through his thick blond hair.
"A little," she said.

"But you are not old." She dropped her hand.

Her whole movement had been innocent as a child's.
"And yet I am _quite_ old," he assured her.

"Is this man Brokaw at the Nest, Marge ?" She nodded.
"He has been there a month.

He came after Hauck sent for him, and went away again.