"How should I remember? It's so long ago."
"Where had you got that one from, then?"
She repeated the same words. "How should I know now?"
"But I know. It was from him—he had given it to you."
She raised her shoulders. "Perhaps."
"Perhaps? No. For certain."
"Well, and if so—was there anything strange in that?"
They walked a few paces without speaking. Then he asked: "Who has given you this one?"
"Maurice!" There was a note of warning in her voice. He heard it in vain. "Give it to me, Louise."
"No—let it be. It will wither soon enough where it is."