[Nods her head slowly several times.] It was ten years ago—on the 19th of September.
Yes, it must have been about that time. Fancy your remembering that too! [Stops.] But wait a moment—! Yes—it's the 19th of September today.
Yes, it is; and the ten years are gone. And you didn't come—as you had promised me.
Promised you? Threatened, I suppose you mean?
I don't think there was any sort of threat in that.
Well then, a little bit of fun.
Was that all you wanted? To make fun of me?
Well, or to have a little joke with you. Upon my soul, I don't recollect. But it must have been something of that kind; for you were a mere child then.
Oh, perhaps I wasn't quite such a child either. Not such a mere chit as you imagine.
[Looks searchingly at her.] Did you really and seriously expect me to come again?