“Now don’t tease me. Tell me where we met.”
“If I do—”
She brightened, the smile of the scarlet lips growing vividly brilliant.
“I know. It was at the Millings’, at Tarrytown.”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Then it was at the Wynfords’, at Old Westbury? They always have so many people there—”
“Think again.”
“What’s the good of thinking when, if I could remember you, I should do it right away?”
“It seems extraordinary to me that you can have forgotten.”
“You seem very sure of the impression you made on me.”