What a family! Judging by him, I've got thirty-eight years of health before me.

Well, I'm not going to waste them.' And going over to a mirror he stood looking at his face.

Except for a line or two, and three or four grey hairs in his little dark moustache, had he aged any more than Irene?
The prime of life--he and she in the very prime of life! And a fantastic thought shot into his mind.

Absurd! Idiotic! But again it came.

And genuinely alarmed by the recurrence, as one is by the second fit of shivering which presages a feverish cold, he sat down on the weighing machine.