"Upon my word, I haven't the slightest idea."
"So, Mr. Roger! You have had a perfect opportunity, and have let it slip!
You are a man to be trusted indeed!"
"I don't know how it could have been. I distinctly remember approaching the subject more than once or twice; and now first I discover that I never asked the question. Or if I did, I am certain I got no answer."
"Bewitched!"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Or," suggested Percivale, "she did not choose to tell you; saw the question coming, and led you away from it; never let you ask it."
"I have heard that ladies can keep one from saying what they don't want to hear. But she sha'n't escape me so a second time."
"Indeed, you don't deserve another chance," I said. "You're not half so clever as I took you to be, Roger."
"When I think of it, though, it wasn't a question so easy to ask, or one you would like to be overheard asking."
"Clearly bewitched," I said. "But for that I forgive you. Did she sing?"