“I’ve been concealing myself in the heart of civilisation. And you? I thought you would have been Mrs. Jarraway Tope by now.”
“Why! Didn’t you get my letter? I wrote just after you left to say that I had broken off my engagement.”
“No; the letter never reached me. I suppose it got side-tracked somewhere. So you didn’t marry Jarraway after all. Well, well, it’s a funny world.”
“You don’t seem tremendously excited at the news.”
“Ah! You want me to ask why you broke it off. I beg your pardon. I did not think I had the right to ask that.”
“If you have no right, who has?”
“I—I don’t quite understand.”
“Don’t you remember the words you said when last we met?”
I blush to say I did not remember, but I answered emotionally:
“Yes; they are engraven on my memory forever.”