"Any way, I now release you from your engagement to marry me, and leave you to do as you choose tomorrow after I've forgotten.

I would make you promise not to let me marry you then, if I did not feel that utter forgetfulness of the past will leave me as pure and as good as if--as if--I were like other women;" and she burst into tears, and cried bitterly for a while.
The completeness with which she had given herself up to the belief that on the morrow her memory was to be wiped clean of the sad past, alternately terrified him and momentarily seduced him to share the same fool's paradise of fancy.

And it is needless to say that the thought of receiving his wife to his arms as fresh and virgin in heart and memory as when her girlish beauty first entranced him, was very sweet to his imagination.
"I suppose I'll have mother with me then," she said, musingly.

"How strange it will be! I've been thinking about it all day.

I shall often find her looking at me oddly, and ask her what she is thinking of, and she will put me off.