"He was a deceiver, a—a Don Juan. He made love to me and made me promise never to forget him, and he promised to come and get me some day. That was five years ago. Why didn't you come?"
"Eve! Then—you knew? You've known all along?"
She fell to laughing, swaying away from him in the moonlight.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, wonderingly.
"Why didn't you ask me? Yes, I knew from the moment I peeked in your window that day."
"Think of that! And I was sure you didn't remember at all. And now, after all that time, I've got you again, dear! It's wonderful!"
"Not so fast, please," she said, sternly. "You forgot me once—"
"I never forgot you."
"And you may do it again."
"I didn't forget you, dear. I still have that lilac you threw me. I—"