"But Derry wants to build it," she answered, as if that settled the question.
"He may have forgotten all about it to-morrow."
Swiftly she turned on me. "What do you mean by that?"
"The plain meaning of the words—he may have forgotten."
"Do you mean something about his memory?"
"Which memory? He's two of them—so far."
"Tch!... You just this moment said that he was deliberately putting things away from him because this was a holiday. Did you say that just to keep me quiet? Don't you believe it yourself?"
"I neither believe nor disbelieve. I simply don't know."
"Oh, you're tiresome!... In plain English, then: are you suggesting that when he came to me this morning, the only reason he didn't mention my note was that he had forgotten all about it in the night?"
I shrugged my shoulders. It all happened in the night. That was why he went to bed early. That was why I had given him a spirit-kettle for tea—or shaving. Something might have happened during the night of which she spoke. Something might be happening in my house at that very moment.