"No. At worst you only opened my eyes."
"Well, Barrett," she said, after a short silence, "I think I've always rather felt that: that you understood, deep down—that you weren't quite shockable, in fact."
"Yes," he said meditatively. They strolled along, saying nothing more for a little time.
At length she asked: "Do you remember the time we swam for the Allenhurst medal?"
"Of course I do," he nodded.
"You remember how even we were—how we outdistanced all the others?"
He smiled queerly. "They hadn't a chance!"
"Right-O, Barrett. We knew how to stroke in those days! Well," she continued after a moment, "and you haven't forgotten how I won the race—and why?"
"A sudden cramp—I thought I was done for!"