"Till to-night."
"And now," said Vivette, not without sarcasm, "you think you have always remembered."
"How do you know that?" Peter asked.
Vivette looked at his poor face and smiled. "She remembers you, Peter," she said. "She remembers you very well."
"She is utterly absorbed," objected Peter.
"It is overdone," Vivette decided.
"Why should she do it at all?"
"You best know if it serves you right."
"She must think I have never cared."