Perhaps he thinks it will be easier for him in some place where they don't know him." They walked on in silence a few moments, and then Madeline said, in a musing tone-- "How strange it would seem if one really could have unpleasant things blotted out of their memories! What dreadful thing would you forget now, if you could?
Confess." "I would blot out the recollection that you went boat-riding with Will Taylor last Wednesday afternoon, and what I've felt about it ever since." "Dear me, Mr.Henry Burr," said Madeline, with an air of excessive disdain, "how long is it since I authorized you to concern yourself with my affairs?
If it wouldn't please you too much, I'd certainly box your ears.
"I think you're rather unreasonable," he protested, in a hurt tone.

"You said a minute ago that you wouldn't permit me to be jealous of you, and just because I'm so anxious to obey you that I want to forget that I ever was, you are vexed." A small noise, expressive of scorn, and not to be represented by letters of the alphabet, was all the reply she deigned to this more ingenious than ingenuous plea.
"I've made my confession, and it's only fair you should make yours," he said next.

"What remorseful deed have you done that you'd like to forget ?" "You needn't speak in that babying tone.

I fancy I could commit sins as well as you, with all your big moustache, if I wanted to.

I don't believe you'd hurt a fly, although you do look so like a pirate.