It was stupid of him not to have remembered at once.

Why, it was she who had given the bunch of violets that day to the old veteran in Napoleon's tomb.

To have remembered the father and to have forgotten the daughter! "I was wondering where I had seen you," he said lowly.
"Where was that ?" "In Napoleon's tomb, nearly a year ago.

You gave an old French soldier a bouquet of violets.

I was there." "Were you ?" As a matter of fact his face was absolutely new to her.
"I am not very good at recalling faces.