"I don't forget that."
"—And for your own peace of mind in the future, give it all up, and you wait a bit until you find some one belonging to your own set."
"There isn't the distance between the sets there used to be," she argued.
He took hold of the railings with both hands, and tried to shake them in an effort of thought.
"What's the young chap's name?"
"I don't know."
"There you are!"—with gloomy triumph—"don't that prove the truth of everything I've been saying?"
"He doesn't know mine."
"That isn't an argument."
"Quite so," the girl agreed. "It's only a statement of fact. He will tell me his name directly I ask him, and I shall tell him my name the moment he asks me."