She leaned forward to him. "You promised."
"I?"
"Have you forgotten?"
"I have never forgotten one word that has passed between us since I first saw you."
"Ah; but when was that?"
"Seven weeks ago to-day, at the station."
"KILL IT," SHE URGED SOFTLY.
"Fifteen years ago this summer," she corrected. "You have forgotten," She laughed gayly at the amazement in his face. "And the promise." Up went a pink-tipped finger in admonition. "Listen and be ashamed, O faithless knight. 'Little girl, little girl: I'd do anything in the world for you, little girl. Anything in the world, if ever you asked me.' Think, and remember. Have you a scar on your left shoulder?"