It was just what he had been wondering. "I didn't place her at first myself. She had to speak to me. But I hadn't seen her since her marriage, which was--wasn't it?--four or five years ago. She's amazing for her age." "What then _is_ her age?" "Oh--two or three-and-forty." "She's prodigious for that. But can it be so great?" "Isn't it easy to count?" he asked. "Don't you remember, when poor Briss married her, how immensely she was older? What was it they called it?--a case of child-stealing. Everyone made jokes. Briss isn't yet thirty." No, I bethought myself, he wouldn't be; but I hadn't remembered the difference as so great. What I had mainly remembered was that she had been rather ugly. At present she was rather handsome. Long, however, as to this, didn't agree. "I'm bound to say I don't quite call it beauty." "Oh, I only speak of it as relative. She looks so well--and somehow so 'fine.' Why else shouldn't we have recognised her?" "Why indeed? But it isn't a thing with which beauty has to do." He had made the matter out with an acuteness for which I shouldn't have given him credit. "What has happened to her is simply that--well, that nothing has." "Nothing has happened? But, my dear man, she has been married. That's supposed to be something." "Yes, but she has been married so little and so stupidly. It must be desperately dull to be married to poor Briss. His comparative youth doesn't, after all, make more of him. He's nothing but what he is. Her clock has simply stopped. She looks no older--that's all." "Ah, and a jolly good thing too, when you start where she did. But I take your discrimination," I added, "as just. The only thing is that if a woman doesn't grow older she may be said to grow younger; and if she grows younger she may be supposed to grow prettier. That's all--except, of course, that it strikes me as charming also for Brissenden himself. _He_ had the face, I seem to recall, of a baby; so that if his wife did flaunt her fifty years----!" "Oh," Long broke in, "it wouldn't have mattered to him if she had. That's the awfulness, don't you see? of the married state. People have to get used to each other's charms as well as to their faults. He wouldn't have noticed. It's only you and I who do, and the charm of it is for _us_."