'Honestly, honestly I had forgotten.'
'Forgotten! You did not tell me. You did not need her to come into this house to remember.'
'No.'
'What do you mean, then? You had forgotten?'
'Honestly, I never thought of it until one day when I met her in the street.'
'Does everybody know?'
'Yes. I don't conceal these things.'
'You concealed it from me, from me, from me....'
'Yes. I never thought of it. She'd gone out of my life years ago.'
'Have many women gone out of your life?'