"Yes," he replied; "you said I'd forgotten you."
"Do you call that remembering?" she enquired ruefully.
"Don't you?" he murmured. "Would I have said it for myself?"
"Said what?" she asked.
"That I'm not in love with you?"
"I daresay," she said.
"Even if it had not been true?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "I daresay," she said.
"Do you?" he smiled. "It's a good deal to dare." He drew a long unsteady breath. "Well," he sighed, "suppose it wasn't?"
"Wasn't true?" she said.