Can I invite you to dinner to meet each other?
If I can, you must come to-morrow." "That is not very grateful to me," said Mrs.Tristram, "who introduced you last year to every creature I know." "So you did; I had quite forgotten.

But I thought you wanted me to forget," said Newman, with that tone of simple deliberateness which frequently marked his utterance, and which an observer would not have known whether to pronounce a somewhat mysteriously humorous affection of ignorance or a modest aspiration to knowledge; "you told me you disliked them all." "Ah, the way you remember what I say is at least very flattering.

But in future," added Mrs.Tristram, "pray forget all the wicked things and remember only the good ones.

It will be easily done, and it will not fatigue your memory.

But I forewarn you that if you trust my husband to pick out your rooms, you are in for something hideous." "Hideous, darling ?" cried Tristram.
"To-day I must say nothing wicked; otherwise I should use stronger language." "What do you think she would say, Newman ?" asked Tristram.