I know now what you mean; I couldn't for the life of me think what you were talking about.' 'Don't think I forget it,' pursued the other, after a mouthful.
'It's twelve years last Easter since you lent me that ten-pound note, and it's been on my conscience ever since.

But I shall repay it; never you fear but I'll repay it.

Did I mention a fire-escape that any man can wear round his waist?
Hush! wait a month or two.

Let me make a note of your address whilst I think of it.

This pudding's hot, but it's a fault on the right side, and time 'll mend it.