"But if they don't forget?"
"That is seldom," murmured Lucio thoughtfully; "but it does happen. A Viennese, fair, slim, and most sympathetic ... two years ago ... she still remembers me."
"She hoped? She hopes?"
"She hoped; she hopes," replied Lucio thoughtfully.
"She didn't know...?"
"She knew nothing: the dear creatures never know anything: I try to make them know nothing."
"They think you free?"
"Most free."
"You deceive them?"