Sit down, please! or I shall play again.
"You see," she went on, without looking at him, "just now you like to remember that you fell in love with me first as a pretty waiter girl, but if I became your wife it's just what you would like to FORGET.

And I shouldn't, for I should always like to think of the time when you came here, whenever you could afford it and sometimes when you couldn't, just to see me; and how we used to make excuses to speak with each other over the dishes.

You don't know what these things mean to a woman who"-- she hesitated a moment, and then added abruptly, "but what does that matter?
You would not care to be reminded of it.

So," she said, rising up with a grave smile and grasping her hands tightly behind her, "it's a good deal better that you should begin to forget it now.

Be a good boy and take my advice.