QUOTE : striking through the trees of the cool summer wood. God help me, she thought, remembering the happiness of their recent meetings and seeing them suddenly irradiated with this new and marvelous light. Not now. Not at my age. Not now, at fifty, to love as I could not love when I was younger. You fool of a woman! Just to think such a thing could be possible shows what a fool you are. It’s not possible. This is a place that goes to one’s head, that’s all. It goes to one’s head. “I’m awfully hungry,” said Edith.