“Come now Leon—which of us is more worthy?”
“Why you of course; there cannot be a doubt of that.”
“Help me to remember. Did I really tell you that I did not love you, and did you tell me that you did not love me?”
Leon was puzzled and did not know what to say.
“I remember nothing of it,” he said at last.
“What do you mean? You do not remember? Did I dream it?”
“I do not remember. I have made it my business to cultivate oblivion.”
“But do not leave me.”
“I have not moved.”
“Come closer—so. How pale you are and your eyes are hollow. Come quite close and lay your head by mine.”