"Thanks." He walked restlessly to the window. "I do not think it will
last."
"What does it matter? As well here as anywhere else. But man is a
discontented being, always desirous of being where he is not."
The reproach brought him back smiling to the chair she indicated. But
something in his attitude laid him open to her next remark.
"You have the air of an unwilling victim. What is the matter with you?"
"It must be sheer inability to look as I feel. Do you think this can be
anything but delightful?"
"Confess that you have not tried to give the impression. Or, no,
confess nothing, let bygones be bygones, and let us pick up our
friendship where you let it abruptly drop in Norway. Where were we
then?"
She spoke jestingly, but his heart thrilled at the under-meaning her
words indicated.
"To remember would be to go back," he muttered.
Her face changed.
"And you would not?" she said amazedly.