They were pleasant and friendly; very short, and not very frequent; mostly of Helen and what she did; there was almost nothing of himself, and the past, at least as far as a certain night in June was concerned, was never mentioned.

At first this was a relief to Lois, but by and by came a feeling too negative to be called pique, or even mortification at having been forgotten; it was rather an intangible soreness in her memory of him.
"It is just as Miss Deborah says," she said to herself: "young men always forget those things.

And it is better that they do.

Gifford never thinks of what he said to me, and I'm sure I'm glad he doesn't--but still!" And then that absurd suggestion of Miss Deborah's about Helen would creep into her mind; she might banish it, because it was silly and impossible, yet she did not utterly forget it.

However, she really thought very little about it; the presence of Mrs.Forsythe and her son gave her plenty of occupation.