It's curious to think that I once had your trust, your regard, and now I haven't it.

You don't mind my remembering that I had?
It'll be some little consolation, and I believe it will be some help.

I know I can't retrieve the past now.

It is too late.

It seems too preposterous--perfectly lurid--that I could have been going to tell you what a tangle I'd got myself in, and to ask you to help untangle me.