She was eager for the end of the story.
Kenny feathered his oars in silver spray and wondered impatiently why all love stories ended in an anticlimax.

He had finished the story artistically and well.

Luckily Joan had forgotten the stage and the actors.
"I suppose," he said gloomily, "that the knight married the maid and took her to dwell in a castle she must have hated.

And they lived unhappily ever after." Joan laughed.

She saw in his words merely a perverse dislike for familiar endings and forgot it at once.