"You've never once thought of me, I believe," he reproached.
"That's true," she replied, "I haven't. I've had so much to think of, and it hurts me to think. So I've let Lord Kneedrock do most of the thinking for me."
"It hurts to be forgotten so quickly," he said, his big brown eyes suddenly misty.
"I've been trying to forget so much," Nina confessed.
"And me—did you have to try very hard to forget me?"
"I hadn't begun on you yet. You see, you didn't even occur." She noticed the mist, and added: "I'm sorry."
"You're not a bit," he declared. "You like to hurt me, I believe. But I'll make you remember."
She felt like laughing for the first time since the news of Darling's death was brought to her.
"Please don't," she pleaded.
"Don't make you remember?"