"There's no need to say any more.

I don't want you to tell me.

If it would help you, I will tell you that I guess it is something to do with that--that trouble which brought us together and separated us." Derrick nodded.
"I understand," she said.

"Dearest, shall we come to an agreement about all this?
Shall we agree to forget it, to treat it as if it had never happened ?" She pressed his arm and, of her own accord, drew closer to him.

"Let us pretend that you and I met in the wood yesterday, for the first time." "Would to God we had!" he broke out; then he went on, quickly, remorsefully, "No, no, I wouldn't lose that night, our first meeting, in 'the Jail.' That's far too precious a memory, Celia.