"You remembered me!" he said eagerly, in English, thinking of yesterday.
"I shouldn't deserve to be here if I had forgotten," she answered meaningly.

"Perhaps you forget the sword of the Turk ?" she added.
He laughed a little, his cheek flushed with pleasure.

"I shouldn't deserve to be here if I remembered--in the way you mean," he answered.
Her face was full of pleasure.

"The worst of it is," she said, "I never can pay my debt.

I have owed it for eleven years, and if I should live to be ninety I should still owe it." His heart was beating hard and he became daring.