Have you forgiven me for falling in love with you?
It is, I am told, a crime that women sometimes condone." "It was no crime," she said.

She had heard the wheels of Paul's carriage.

"It was a misfortune.

Please let us forget that it ever happened." De Chauxville twirled his neat mustache, looking keenly at her the while.
"You forget," he said.

"But I--will remember." She did not answer, but turned with a smile to greet Paul.
"I think you know each other," she said gracefully when she had shaken hands, and the two men bowed.