human
I saw her again--three times in all. But there was my duty to my wife and children in America. I knew that it was hopeless, and so--I said, 'Good-by.' There were tears, George. Even I . . . crumpled up a little. . . . I fled back to the States immediately--I was afraid of myself. . . . It was a long time ago, and yet-- Do you think I'm foolish to hope that she might . . . still be alive--and still remember?
gpt
No!
human
It isn't that I haven't thought of such a possibility before. But I always seemed so old. I couldn't dispel the feeling that she still had eternal youth on her side. You see, she was only twenty-one when we last met. Even now I can't picture her as any older than that.
gpt
George, he cried at last.
human
Why shouldn't I? I'm a comparatively young man again. Supposing I _did_ find her and could persuade her to join me--rejuvenated? . . . Even after all these years I can still remember where she lived.
gpt
Good Lord, Gran'pa!
human
And why not?
gpt
It's absurd. It isn't even proper. . . .