"I really forget—I honestly do," she laughed.
"That's certainly generous; but don't you remember, as we walked along toward the gate after the game, that you said—"
"Oh, I can't allow that at all! What I said yesterday or to-day is of no importance now. And particularly at night I am likely to be weak-minded, and my memory is poorer then than at any other time."
"I am fortunate in having an excellent memory."
"For example?"
"For example, you are not always the same; you were different this afternoon; and I must go back to our meeting by the seat on the bluff, for the Miss Holbrook of to-night."
"That's all in your imagination, Mr. Donovan. Now, if you wanted to prove that I'm really—"
"Helen Holbrook," I supplied, glad of a chance to speak her name.
"If you wanted to prove that I am who I am," she continued, with new animation, as though at last something interested her, "how should you go about it?"
"Please ask me something difficult! There is, there could be, only one woman as fair, as interesting, as wholly charming."