“And the lettuce sandwiches?”
“Yes. You don’t realize how much these lunches—”
“Have cost you?” She seemed determined to keep laughing.
“You have said it. They have cost me my—”
“I can give you the receipt, you know.”
“The receipt?”
“For Lady Baltimore, to take with you.”
“You’ll have to give me a receipt for a lost heart.”
“Oh, his heart! General, listen to—” From habit she had turned to where her dog used to lie; and sudden pain swept over her face and was mastered. “Never mind!” she quickly resumed. “Please don’t speak about it. And you have a heart somewhere; for it was very nice in you to come in yesterday morning after—after the bridge.”
“I hope I have a heart,” I began, rising; for, really, I could not go on in this way, sitting down away back at the lunch table.