"Well, I shall never forgive myself then. But—even now I can't help staring at you."
"Stare away. I like it. But why?"
"You're so—so utterly different."
"How?"
"In every way possible."
"Think so. Every way?" Our eyes met and she looked down.
"I wonder," she murmured under her breath; and then quickly in a louder tone: "Of course it's your new life. Tell me about it."
We both understood; but that wasn't the time to tell her she need not "wonder"; so I spoke about things at the Front.
"But I want your own experiences, Jack," she protested.
"I'm Herr Lassen, the man without a memory."