“I never imagined that you wished it or I would have been very glad to make myself happy in that way.—But one seldom gets an opportunity to say more than a sentence to you in a place like that. You are always the centre of a group—a fact which you may have noticed yourself. But if one might come here—”
“Indeed you would always find a hearty welcome, Mr. Buckstone. I have often wished you would come and tell me more about Cairo and the Pyramids, as you once promised me you would.”
“Why, do you remember that yet, Miss Hawkins? I thought ladies’ memories were more fickle than that.”
“Oh, they are not so fickle as gentlemen’s promises. And besides, if I had been inclined to forget, I—did you not give me something by way of a remembrancer?”
“Did I?”
“Think.”
“It does seem to me that I did; but I have forgotten what it was now.”
“Never, never call a lady’s memory fickle again! Do you recognize this?”
“A little spray of box! I am beaten—I surrender. But have you kept that all this time?”