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Tried and not succeeded. Then it was, just at the turn, as he afterwards
made it out to himself, that, everything else failing, she herself
decided to take up the case and, as it were, save the situation. He felt
as soon as she spoke that she had been consciously keeping back what she
said and hoping to get on without it; a scruple in her that immensely
touched him when, by the end of three or four minutes more, he was able
to measure it. What she brought out, at any rate, quite cleared the air
and supplied the link--the link it was so odd he should frivolously have
managed to lose. "You know you told me something I've never forgotten
and that again and again has made me think of you since; it was that
tremendously hot day when we went to Sorrento, across the bay, for the
breeze. What I allude to was what you said to me, on the way back, as we
sat under the awning of the boat enjoying the cool. Have you forgotten?"
He had forgotten, and was even more surprised than ashamed. But the
great thing was that he saw in this no vulgar reminder of any "sweet"
speech. The vanity of women had long memories, but she was making no
claim on him of a compliment or a mistake. With another woman, a totally
different one, he might have feared the recall possibly even some
imbecile "offer." So, in having to say that he had indeed forgotten, he
was conscious rather of a loss than of a gain; he already saw an
interest in the matter of her mention. "I try to think--but I give it
up. Yet I remember the Sorrento day." "I'm not very sure you do," May
Bartram after a moment said; "and I'm not very sure I ought to want you
to. It's dreadful to bring a person back at any time to what he was ten
years before. If you've lived away