"You're not to call me Lesley."
"You can't prevent my calling you Lesley to myself."
"You'll soon forget the name."
"Never. I can never forget you—worse luck. The thought of you is going to come between me and—other things."
"The thought must learn better manners. Not to 'butt in,' as we say over here. Oh, it will soon be tamed. You'll have so much to do."
"I hope I shall," said Loveland. "I say, are you going to forget me as soon as we're parted?"
The girl was silent for a moment. Then she laughed. Yet her laugh had not quite the frank lightheartedness which was usually one of its charms. "I shall make a note of you for my next story but one," she answered.
"You're not very kind."
"Are you sure you deserve kindness?"
"I'm sure I want it—from you."