"Do you remember those lectures last October term?"
"Yes, pretty well; I've got the notes of them at home if you want them."
"Bother the notes! Do you remember how regular I was?"
"How should I? I didn't know you then."
"Oh, you wicked story! You knew who I was perfectly well, you little witch, and you let me go on like that for two whole terms without making a sign. It was cruel of you."
"Well, did you expect me to stop you in the street and say I was your cousin, when you had never taken the trouble to call on me?"
"You know I thought you were at Girton. Father said you were, and there is someone called German there."
"Yes, and you went to Girton such a lot, didn't you?"
"I could swear now when I think what an idiot I was."
"Then don't do it, please, although I quite agree with you. And, of course, you were much too grand to come and see us at Christmas."