But you talk as though things were final." "I'm going away.

Let's not talk at all." For a long time she sat silent.
"Don't you think that in time we forget things ?" "I suppose in ten years I will forget things--in part." "Nonsense! In five years--two--you'll be married." "So you think that of me ?" said he after a time.

"Fine!" "But you have always told me that life is life, you know." "Yes, sometimes I have tried my hand at scientific reasoning.

But when I say ten years for forgetting anything, that's pathological diagnosis, and not personal.

I try to reason that time will cure any inorganic disease just as time cures the sting of death.