"Yes," he said, "at once. But it means more. It means that I've got to find out if I'm—to come back some time?"
"Of course, you are to come back," she said.
Words rose swiftly to Pritchard's lips and came no further. Indeed, he appeared to swallow them.
"And I'm glad you are going to make friends with your uncle," said Gay.
"There'll be such lots of young men here when the season opens," said Pritchard.
"Judging by applications," said Gay, "we shall be swamped with gentlemen of all ages."
Pritchard's melancholy only deepened. "Will you come as far as Carrytown in the Streak?" he asked.
She nodded, and said she would because she had some shopping to do.
During that short, exhilarating rush across the lake, and afterward walking up and down on the board platform by the side of the waiting train, he tried his best to ring a little sentiment out of her, but failed utterly.