“Good, old boy. To the beach then.”
They turned about, and arms went about each other’s waist and neck. They swung off across the fragrant fields, soft with the new mown grass, to the beach. For a while they were silent.
“I have been a stubborn fool,” said Kit at last.
“Not a bit of it; I’ve been a hot-headed one,” protested Tony.
“Well, I guess we’ve both been both,” said Kit lucidly. “Any way, thank God it’s over.”
“Amen,” said Tony.
Another long silence as they strolled along, strangely happy, in the fresh caressing night.
“I say, Kit.”
“Yes, old chap!”