They were silent. He let go her hand and drew away a short distance. She removed her hand rather reluctantly. Once or twice, she pushed against his shoulder. But he would not respond.
The romantic pictures disappeared, and the music ceased. The lights were turned on. There was a sigh throughout the audience. Erna and Jimmy seemed glad of the change as well. A little sooner, they would have been sorry.
She glanced his way. He was not looking in her direction. She nudged him. He still refused to turn his head. “Jimmy,” she whispered tenderly.
He stole a half glance at her. She was smiling in invitation. He could not help smiling too.
“You all right now?” she ventured.
He turned toward her, and instantly, his ever-ready laugh dispelled their gloom.
“You all right?” she repeated.
“Yes,” he admitted, and declared: “Some scrap that!”
“No, it wasn’t,” she reassured him and smiled with revived mischief.
Their hands fell back to their natural occupation.