C.to his Army Commander; and apparently as gay and full of fun as before.

But his adoring mother and sisters knew very well that there were sore spots in Peter.
Helena realized that she had touched one.

She bent forward presently, and laid her own hand on one of the hands that were handling the sculls.
"Dear Peter!" He bent impetuously, and kissed the hand before she could withdraw it.
"Don't you play with me, Helena," he said passionately.

"I'm not a child, though I look it ...

Now, then, let's have it out." They had reached the middle of the pond, and were drifting across a moonlit pathway, on either side of which lay the shadow of deep woods, now impenetrably dark.