Dr. Herdal.
Was I a flirt? Deuce take me if I remember. But I am not like that now.
Hilda.
Then you have really forgotten how you sat next to me at the table d'hôte, and made pills and swallowed them, and were so splendid and buoyant and free that all the old women who knitted left next day?
Dr. Herdal.
What a memory you have for trifles, Miss Wangel; it's quite wonderful!
Hilda.
Trifles! There was no trifling on your part. When you promised to come back in ten years, like a troll, and fetch me!
Dr. Herdal.
Did I say all that? It must have been after table d'hôte!