"It is something I have never seen before--something I shall never forget, as long as I live." "Nor I." "Have you a good memory ?" "For some things, not for others." "For what, for instance ?" "For those I love---" "And a bad memory for those whom you have loved," suggested Beatrice with a smile.
"Have you any reason for saying that ?" asked San Miniato gravely.

"You know too little of me and my life to judge of either.

I have not loved many, and I have remembered them well." "How many?
A dozen, more or less?
Or twenty?
Or a hundred ?" "Two.

One is dead, and one has forgotten me." Beatrice was silent.

It was admirably done, and for the first time he made her believe that he was in earnest.