"I suppose I forgot.

But I've been ill, for one reason." "I'm sorry," she said, giving his arm a squeeze.

"I heard you were badly hurt.

Won't you tell me about your--your hurts ?" "Some day, if opportunity affords.

I can't here, that's certain." "Opportunity! What do you want?
Haven't I handed myself out on a silver platter ?" Lane could find no ready retort for this query.