"I know you've forgotten," she said, swinging along beside him and occasionally flashing up a most captivating glance.
"Forgotten what?"
"I'll never tell!"
"Then how can I know what I've forgotten, if you don't remind me?" Though gossamer at best, it had an effect of logic—perhaps a rather graspable masculine logic, at that.
"Maybe you'll remember—when it's too late." Her eyes sparkled.
"Oh, you mean the tournament?"
She nodded.
"I hadn't forgotten it."
"Well, you see I was afraid you had."
He smiled. She was really quite delightful.