"Lucky fellow."
"To go?"
"To have you."
"Please don't."
"Let me say this—that I acted like a cad; I'd like to feel that you've forgiven me."
"I have forgotten, which is better, isn't it?"
"How sweet you are—and all the sweetness is Derry's. Well, when I go over, will you pray for me, my dear?"
He was in dead earnest. "There are so few women—who pray—but I rather fancy that you must—"
All around them was surging talk. "How strange it seems," Jean said, "that we should be speaking of such things, here—"
"No," Ralph said, "it is not strange. I have a feeling that I shan't come back."