Who told you that ?' Arthur said.
'I saw it on a letter which you gave me to post years ago, when I was a child,' Jerrie replied.

'You never received an answer to that letter, did you ?' 'What letter did you post for me to Marguerite Heinrich?
I don't know what you mean,' Arthur said, the old worried look settling upon his face, which always came there when he was trying to recall something he ought to remember.
As he grew older he seemed to be annoyed when told of things he had forgotten, and as the letter had evidently gone entirely from his mind, Jerrie said no more of it.

_She_ remembered it well; and never dreaming that it had not been posted, she had watched a long time for an answer, which never came.

Gretchen was dead; that was settled in her mind.

But who was she?
With the words, 'What if it were so ?' still buzzing in her brain, the answer to this question was of vital importance to her, and after a moment, she continued, as if she had all the time been talking of Gretchen: 'She was Marguerite Heinrich when a girl in Wiesbaden, but she had another name afterward, when she was married.' 'You are talking of something you know nothing about.