“It certainly is good to be home again,” he said.

The words were the tamest commonplace.  We always speak in the old stereotyped commonplaces when we speak directly from the heart.  His tone made her glance quickly at him.

“Why, I believe you are glad,” said she.

He took her hand.  They looked at each other.  Suddenly she flung herself wildly into his arms and clung to him in an agony of joy and fear.  “Oh, I missed you so!” she sobbed.  “I missed you so!”

“It was frightful,” said he.  “It shall never happen again.”