"That's nonsense, dearest. You have been here, you've been with me all the time."
"Ah! You think so, but it was not I—no, don't interrupt me—I mean to tell you, I must, but I can't if you interrupt me. It was awfully wrong of me not to tell you before; but I tried to, and then I saw you wouldn't believe me. Do you remember a dinner-party at the Fletchers', the autumn before we were engaged—when Cousin David had just bought that picture?"
"That portrait of Lady Hammerton, which is so like you? Yes, I remember it perfectly."
"You know I wanted my First so much and I had been working too hard, and then I was told that evening that you had said I couldn't get it—"
"Silly me!"
"And I felt certain you didn't love me—"
"Silly you!"
"Don't interrupt me, please. And I wasn't well, and I cried and cried and I couldn't leave off, and then I allowed Tims to hypnotize me. We both knew she had no business to do it, it was wrong of us, of course, but we couldn't possibly guess what would happen. I went to sleep, and so far as I knew I never woke again for more than six months, not till the Schools were over."
"But, my darling, I skated with you constantly in the Christmas Vacation, and took your work through the Term. I assure you that you were quite awake then."
"I remember nothing about it. All I know is that some one got my First for me."