"When I sailed away, last cruise but one, you kissed me, Faith. Do you mind?"
She looked at him in honest surprise. "I kissed you, Dan'l?"
"Yes. On the forehead...."
She shook her head. "I don't remember ... at all."
If he had been wholly wise, he would have known that her not remembering was the end of him; but Dan'l in that moment was not even a little wise. He was playing for a big stake; Faith was never so lovely in his eyes; and there was desperation in him. He was blind with the heat of his own desire.... He cried now:
"You do remember. You're pretending, Faith. You could not forget. You loved me then; and, Faith, you love me now."
She shook her head. "No, Dan'l. Have done."
"I love you, Faith; you love me, now."
"No."
He leaned very close to her. "You do not know; you're not listening to your heart. I know more of your heart than you know, Faith...."