"For your sake?" Still he looked away from her.
"Yes, for my sake," she repeated. "If you cannot forget, I can never look any one in the face again. Look at me, please," she said, laying her hand upon his arm. "Look into my eyes and tell me that you will not remember."
"For your sake I will try not to remember," he said slowly. "But I cannot promise yet," he added with sudden passion. "Oh no!"
"You will do your best. I know you will," said Marion, in a tone that was meant to express conviction. "Now go. And remember that I have forgotten."
"You are very kind," Brett answered with more humility than she had expected. "You are very good to me. I was mad for a moment. Forgive me. Try to forgive me."
"There is nothing to forgive, for I remember nothing," said Marion with a faint smile.
"Good-bye, then." He turned to go.
"Good-bye," she answered quite naturally.
"Now come back, please," she said, when he had almost reached the door. "You are Mr. Brett now, and I am Mrs. Darche. I am in great trouble and you are my friend, and you must help me as well as you can."
"In any way I can," he answered, coming back to her. "But I will help only you, I will not help any one else."