“One thing strikes me—superficial, of course—I doubt if you've had enough exercise this summer.”
“I know,” said she. “To-day I tried a few steps—that—old Russian dance, you know—”
“I'd love to see you do it, Sue.”
She shook her head. “I've lost it—everything.”
“You were stiff, of course.”
“It was painful. I just couldn't dance. I don't like to think of it, Henry.”
He smiled. “One thing—I've decided to make you walk to the theater. It's two miles. That'll stir your pulse a bit. And we'll start now.”
She looked soberly at him. “You've lost nothing, Henry. The work you've done hasn't taken it out of you.”
“Not a hit. On the contrary, Sue.”
“I know. I feel it.”