He knew it, too.
"Your Highness has a very good memory," said the innkeeper, dryly.
"There are some things it were best to forget," replied the Prince.
"I am pleased that Your Highness shares my opinion," returned the old fellow.

The muzzle of the carbine was once more pointed at the ceiling.
The rest of us looked on, but we understood nothing of these passes.
Even Gretchen was in the dark.
"We met long ago," said the innkeeper.
"Yes; but I have really forgotten what the subject of Our discussion was," said the Prince, regarding the innkeeper through half-closed lids.

"Perhaps he can explain." "It is very kind of Your Highness," said the innkeeper, laughing maliciously.

"But I am old, and my memory serves me ill." The Prince shrugged.

"But we have drifted away from the present matter.