“Really? It doesn’t seem that long, does it?”
“No!” he answered fervently. And was comforted.
Yes, dear reader, that is a very fair sample of their discourse; not startlingly interesting to you, or to me, but to Phillip one of the most brilliant, absorbing conversations ever held since Adam and Eve first exchanged views on the weather. When the game was over and Phillip had piloted Betty down the steps as carefully as though she had been a piece of favrile glass instead of the very healthy and able young lady she was, and when they had paused for a moment to view the tempestuous scene before them, in which a dozen or so of crimson-sleeved players rose and sank in a sea of swaying enthusiasts, Betty turned to him.
“Wasn’t it glorious!” she cried.
And Phillip, looking straight into her eyes, and having in mind something entirely apart from the victory, answered simply and sincerely:
“Great!”