He flushed at that.
“Needn't have worried,” he said, rather thickly. “Didn't get to the front until just before the end. My show was made a labor division in the south of France. If you laugh, I'll take my flowers and go home.”
“Why, Pink dear, I wouldn't laugh for anything. And it was the man behind the lines who—”
“Won the war,” he finished for her, rather grimly. “All right, Lily. We've heard it before. Anyhow, it's all done and over, and—I brought gardenias and violets. You used to like 'em.”
“It was dear of you to remember.”
“Couldn't help remembering. No credit to me. I—you were always in my mind.”
She was busily unwrapping the box.
“Always,” he repeated, unsteadily.
“What gorgeous things!” she buried her face in them.
“Did you hear what I said, Lily?”