'No, no; it is a difference of spirit. Where is that constraint we felt?'
'The constraint was wholly with you.' She blushed again.
The kissing episode had been recalled to both. He laughed gaily, feeling very comfortable, quite forgetful of his mate.
'Yes, I was certainly a humourless, gloomy young fool he said.
'Only an unhappy boy,' she murmured, 'and my wonderful hero.' She, too, spoke as if it were a matter of long years ago, when she was a silly slip of a girl.
'And is there no hero now?'
'I have found no other.'
'Ah, that is something! Do you still pray for the old one, Lucy?'
'But you have no faith in prayers.'
'I may have in the prayer.'