“I am.”
“And I’ve forgotten all about it!”
“You haven’t forgotten the impression; you’ve only forgotten me.”
“Oh, Mr. Melbury, tell me! Please! I’ve got to run off and overtake Mrs. Grace; and I can’t do it unless I know.”
You will admit that my duty at this juncture required some considering. In the end I said: “I sha’n’t tell you to-day. I may do it later. In any case, I’ve given you so many tips that you can’t fail to see for yourself what they lead to. You’ll probably have recalled by to-night.”
“Then I shall ring you up to-morrow and tell you.”
“No, please don’t do that; and yet, on second thoughts, I know that when you’ve remembered you won’t want to.”
She said, while withdrawing again toward the adjoining room, “You certainly know how to make a thing mysterious.”
“I’m not making anything mysterious. You’ll see that, after it’s all come back to you.”
But, having passed into the next room, she returned to the threshold to say: “I know you’re only making fun of me. I never met you, because I couldn’t have forgotten you. And I couldn’t have forgotten you, because you’re so like your brother. But we’ll talk about it all some other time.”