Notes - (VERSO)

While Nancy looked back only over the narrow gap that empty years make.

“You haven’t changed much yourself, Nancy,“ she said, looking admiringly at Nancy’s trim figure, in the nurse’s uniform she had donned to show Louisa what it was like, her firm, pink-and-white face, and the glossy waves of golden brown hair. “You’ve held your own wonderfully well.”

“Haven’t I?“ said Nancy complacently. “Modern methods of massage and cold cream have kept away the crowsfeet, and fortunately I had the Rogerson complexion to start with. You wouldn’t think I was really thirty-eight, would you? Thirty-eight! Twenty years ago I