"You were—you happened to be thinking of me? And you said something aloud about me?"
"About you—and to you."
"How delightfully interesting! What was it, please?"
"Oh, I was only talking nonsense."
"Won't it bear repetition?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Mr. Quarren! How maddening! I'm dying with curiosity. I dreamed that you said something very amusing to me and I awoke, laughing; but now I simply cannot recollect what it was you said."
"I'll tell you some day."
"Soon? Would you tell me this evening?"
"How can I?"