Yes!
How was it now? What came of all this—between us two.
Why, nothing more came of it. You know that quite well. For then the other guests came in, and then—bah!
Quite so! The others came in. To think of my forgetting that too!
Oh, you haven't really forgotten anything: you are only a little ashamed of it all. I am sure one doesn't forget things of that kind.
No, one would suppose not.
[Lively again, looks at him.] Perhaps you have even forgotten what day it was?
What day—?
Yes, on what day did you hang the wreath on the tower? Well? Tell me at once!
H'm—I confess I have forgotten the particular day. I only know it was ten years ago. Some time in autumn.