"You think I've forgotten that too ?" "Certainly you must have forgotten, to be willing to give it away again." "But how do you know it was a present ?" "Such things always are--people don't buy them for themselves." She had now relinquished the object, laying it upon the bench, and Vanderbank took it up.

"Its origin's lost in the night of time--it has no history except that I've used it.

But I assure you that I do want to give you something.

I've never given you anything." She was silent a little.

"The exhibition you're making," she seriously sighed at last, "of your inconstancy and superficiality! All the relics of you that I've treasured and that I supposed at the time to have meant something!" "The 'relics'?
Have you a lock of my hair ?" Then as her meaning came to him: "Oh little Christmas things?
Have you really kept them ?" "Laid away in a drawer of their own--done up in pink paper." "I know what you're coming to," Vanderbank said.