“Yes, I know,” she said. “But why should I remember it?”
“Because you might prefer,” I said, “to get the decision altered.”
She lifted her eyes to me.
“Prefer it to what?” she enquired.
“Why, to permitting your husband,” I said, “to hear from my lips the story of your relations with his brother Septimus.”
“Oh, but I don’t mind that,” she said, “now that I’ve repented. And besides, as I told you, I’d forgotten all about it.”
With growing uneasiness, I took another deep breath.
“But surely you’re not prepared,” I said, “to let me tell him?”
“On the contrary,” she said, “I should welcome it, though I doubt if it would interest him after all the others.”
I began to sway a little.