“Didn't I?” said he. “What a silly young fool I must have been!”
They laughed again. She could not keep her arm still, and he could almost feel its dimpled elbow.
“And do you remember the gentleman who rescued us?” she said.
“You mean the tall, dark young man who kept hugging and kissing you in the yacht?”
“Did he?”
“Do you forget that kind of thing, then?”
“It was very sweet of him. But he's in the Church now, and the chaplain of our hospital.”
“What a funny little romantic world it is, to be sure!”
“Yes; it's like poetry, isn't it?” she answered.
Lord Robert came up to introduce Drake to Polly (who was not looking her sweetest), and he claimed Glory for the next dance.