"Don't tell me the other times," she interposed.
"No," said I, "I won't."
She fell to plucking the roses again.
"This Captain Smith," she said presently; "was he in Valeria six years ago?"
"That would be in 189—?" I reflected a moment. "Yes he was here that year."
She thought a bit. "Was he given to reminiscing?"
"No one in America but myself knew he had been to Valeria."
She smiled.
I saw the blunder. "It happened he knew of my Dalberg descent," I hastened to add.
"Has he ever mentioned an adventure in the forest near the Summer Palace?"