"So did I, Esther darling, until a little bird whispered to me that
Lieutenant Kantor was home on farewell leave."
He advanced to her down the great length of room, lowering his head over her hand, his puttee-clad legs clicking together. "You mean, Miss Gina—Gina—you didn't sing?"
"Of course I didn't! Hasn't every prima donna a larynx to hide behind?"
She lifted off her fur cap, spilling curls.
"Well, I—I'll be hanged!" said Lieutenant Kantor, his eyes lakes of her reflected loveliness.
She let her hand linger in his. "Leon—you—really going? How—terrible!
How—how—wonderful!"
"How wonderful'—your coming!"
"I—You think it was not nice of me—to come?"
"I think it was the nicest thing that ever happened in the world."
"All the way here in the train I kept saying, 'Crazy—crazy—running to tell Leon—Lieutenant—Kantor good-by—when you haven't even seen him three times in three years—'"
"But each—each of those three times we—we've remembered, Gina."