Anything is better than the count.

I expect you.

Come at once." Marguerite closed her window and Prudence hers.

Marguerite, who had remembered my face for a moment, did not remember my name.

I would rather have been remembered to my disadvantage than thus forgotten.
"I knew," said Gaston, "that she would be delighted to see us." "Delighted isn't the word," replied Prudence, as she put on her hat and shawl.