His head drooped, and he murmured, "Yes."
"Deeply?"
"Yes."
"Were you disappointed?"
"Yes."
And there was a long pause. They walked on in silence.
"It is a beautiful afternoon," said Mowbray at length.
"Lovely," murmured the boy.
"This stream is so fresh and pure—no bitterness in it."
"Is there in love?"