“Not at night, no. But I didn’t try. I thought you had gone in the house, and I went straight ahead. The dogs were jumping all over me, and I was thinking of them.”
“Oh, Barry! After the conversation we had just had, were you thinking of the dogs instead of me?”
“Well, the dogs were bothering me,—and you weren’t!”
“Where next?”
But Barry hesitated. “By Jove. I don’t know which way I did go next. Let me see.”
Natalie waited. “Down to the Italian gardens?” she said at last.
“No,—that is, I don’t think so. Where did I go?”
“Barry! You must know where you went. How silly.”
“It isn’t silly. I—I can’t remember,—that’s all.”
“Then you refuse to tell me?”