There was a little talk that Henry and Toots were getting rather thick. The army man's leave was up, and she had to have somebody. There was probably something to it. We saw them in the park one afternoon sitting on a bench, and I could have sworn she had her hand in his coat pocket!
Well, I refused Russell.
"Why?" he said. "You're crazy about me, and you know it."
"I'm not going to marry a past," I said. "You'd make me horribly unhappy."
"I'd never bore you, that's one thing."
"No, but you might find me dull."
"Dull! Darling girl, I've never had as interesting a month in my life."
I said nothing. After a minute:
"Do you remember the first night we really met?"
"In the pantry. Yes."