"Remembered what?" he faltered.
"Then you don't?" she cried. "And yet you came."
"Came here, do you mean?"
"Yes—now, at noon."
"Ah!" he half whispered, unable to speak aloud. "Was it you who said—who said, 'Remember! Across—across—"'
"'Across Main Street bridge at noon!'" she finished for him, gently. "Yes."
He took a deep breath in the wonder of it. "Where was it you said that?" he asked, slowly. "Was it last night?"
"Don't you even know that you came to meet me?"
"I—came to—to meet—you!"
She gave a little pitying cry, very near a sob, seeing his utter bewilderment.