“Ho!” said I, “What a memory! Yes, since Tuesday, to be sure!”
“Oh, yes!... It would be easier to remember if there were anything in particular,” she replied. “I have done nothing at all, stupid! Oh yes, that’s so! I did go into town once! That was Thursday!”
“And without telling me you were to be there, where I could have seen you?”
She turned toward me and stared, with a certain perplexity, as one looks on discovering in the mind a thought, or a memory, one had never dreamed of finding there. She repeated my exclamation with an interrogative inflection:
“Without letting you know?”
She looked dreamily down over the mane of her horse. Then she resumed.
“That’s true! I didn’t let you know!”
And she blushed in the most evident perplexity and confusion. I was quite amused; and I went on:
“And I suppose you had a date with somebody ... somebody whose company was far more alluring than that of your old friend perhaps!...”
She passed a hand across her forehead, as though to collect her thoughts; once, twice she did this. And I noticed that where her four fingers pressed upon her marble skin, four ruddy spots appeared.