Forgive?
Yes.

But how could she forget it?
"I wish you knew Gerald well," she said impulsively; "he is such a dear fellow; and I think you'd be good for him--and besides," she hastened to add, with instinctive loyalty, lest he misconstrue, "Gerald would be good for you.

We were a great deal together--at one time." He nodded, smilingly attentive.
"Of course when he went away to school it was different," she added.
"And then he went to Yale; that was four more years, you see." "I was a Yale man," remarked Selwyn; "did he--" but he broke off abruptly, for he knew quite well that young Erroll could have made no senior society without his hearing of it.

And he had not heard of it--not in the cane-brakes of Leyte where, on his sweat-soaked shirt, a small pin of heavy gold had clung through many a hike and many a scout and by many a camp-fire where the talk was of home and of the chances of crews and of quarter-backs.
"What were you going to ask me, Captain Selwyn ?" "Did he row--your brother Gerald ?" "No," she said.

She did not add that he had broken training; that was her own sorrow, to be concealed even from Gerald.