"Oh I say, how absent-minded I am. Excuse me, Johannes."
"It doesn't matter; it is only some notes. But let's hear now: I suppose you had a rose in your hair?"
"Oh yes! A red rose; it was almost black. I'll tell you what, Johannes, we might go to London for our wedding trip. It isn't nearly so awful as people say and it's all nonsense about the fogs."
"Who told you that?"
"Richmond. He said so last night, and he knows. You know Richmond, don't you?"
"No, I don't know him. He once proposed my health; he had diamond studs in his shirt. That's all I remember about him."
"He's simply sweet. Oh, when he came up and bowed and said: I expect you hardly remember me.... Do you know, I gave him the rose."
"Did you though? What rose?"
"The one I had in my hair. I gave it him."
"You must have been very taken with Richmond."