"What is this tune? I seem to know it?"
"It's Mignon's song, 'Kennst du das Land.' Have you heard Mignon?"
"No," he said. A shadow of discomfort crossed his face. He struggled to remember something. Muriel, knowing what he sought, remembered the day in spring when he had driven her home from the Vicarage. "No. I can't say I have. Yet I heard that tune . . ."
"At our house," said Muriel. "The first time that you ever came. Had you forgotten?"
He looked at her then, and seeing that she offered him simple friendliness he said, speaking deliberately:
"No. I have not forgotten. I think, whatever happens, that I shall never forget."
And she had nodded, understanding him. And for the first time she had been aware that some day he might ask her to marry him simply because she would not ask him to forget.
As they walked home, wrapped in furs, along the Esplanade, Mrs. Hammond had murmured happily:
"Well, dear, did Godfrey suggest meeting us again?"
"Yes, he wants me to go to the Pictures with him on Monday afternoon. We could have tea at the new Pavilion place first."