I shook my head and looked worried and perplexed.
"You don't mind my asking that question?"
"Not a bit. Of course I want to hit on something that will wake up my memory."
"Herr Hoffnung said something about your not wanting to go to the war and that you were joining the Secret Service; and Rosa was just mad about it. She loathes the idea; but there, I don't suppose she'll care so much if——" He stopped short in some confusion.
"If what? Out with it, my dear fellow."
"I don't think I'd better tell you. For one reason because you're——" and he pulled up again.
"Because I've lost my memory, do you mean?"
"I don't know. She's awfully funny sometimes, but I did mean that. I was going to say—you won't give me away to her if I tell you?"
"Of course not. Aren't we two going to be the best of chums?"
"Well, it's a rotten arrangement to tie up two kids to marry, like you two, just because of some money."