‘Glad that his venture don’t prosper?’
‘O no; glad he’s so sensible. How long is it since that alarm of the French?’
‘Six weeks, honey. Why do you ask?’
‘Men can forget in six weeks, can’t they, Bob?’
The impression that John had really kissed her still remained.
‘Well, some men might,’ observed Bob judicially. ‘I couldn’t. Perhaps John might. I couldn’t forget you in twenty times as long. Do you know, Anne, I half thought it was you John cared about; and it was a weight off my heart when he said he didn’t.’
‘Did he say he didn’t?’
‘Yes. He assured me himself that the only person in the hold of his heart was this lovely play-actress, and nobody else.’
‘How I should like to see her!’
‘Yes. So should I.’