“‘I always think one needs a drink at this time,’ he said, as they approached his front door.
“‘A drink?’ said Marian in a surprised tone, and Aylwin realized that they were so much younger than he was that they could have hardly any points of contact between them. Their gay, birdlike little days would not need drinks at the end of them, like some kind of restorative, as the days of grown-up people like himself did.”
Barbara Pym, No Fond Return of Love