“You have the air of an unwilling victim. What is the matter with you?”
“It must be sheer inability to look as I feel. Do you think this can be anything but delightful?”
“Confess that you have not tried to give the impression. Or, no, confess nothing, let bygones be bygones, and let us pick up our friendship where you let it abruptly drop in Norway. Where were we then?”
She spoke jestingly, but his heart thrilled at the under-meaning her words indicated.
“To remember would be to go back,” he muttered.
Her face changed.
“And you would not?” she said amazedly.
He burst out—
“Who would, when hope lies in front? To exchange hope for remembrance!”
Anne’s dark eyes smiled contentment.