"I'd rather you would n't think of my eyes at all," he answered unsteadily. "I can almost forget them myself—with you."
"Then," she said, "we'll forget them. Are you going to stay here long, Peter?"
"Are you?"
"My plans are uncertain. I don't think I shall ever make any more plans."
"You must n't let yourself feel that way," Peter returned. "The thing to do, if one scheme fails, is to start another—right off."
"But nothing ever comes out as you expect."
"That gives you a chance to try again."
"You can't keep that up forever?"
"Forever and ever," he nodded. "It's what makes life worth living."
"Peter," she said below her breath, "you're wonderful."