"You flatter me," said Sylvia.
He ignored her irony.
"I say, are you really not engaged any more?"
Sylvia admitted that she really was not.
"Why did you end it?"
"I told you. We decided that it was a mistake."
"When?"
"A few weeks ago."
"Precisely when?"
"The night I knew you were hurt." Sylvia faced him steadily now. If he wanted facts he should have them.