"'Certainly!' she cried, clapping her hands in delight. She remembered
that it was in the Rue St. Dominique, but when I attempted to win from
her a description of the furniture, the view from our two windows, she
evaded it. I turned the conversation to you--I don't mention it to
offend you--but there was not the faintest recollection! Completely
forgotten! I spoke of Tannemann--nothing, nothing! Not until I
recalled the little dog could she remember him, but it was especially
the animal, the giver very dimly. I alluded to our excursion--her eyes
sparkled, all the details, even the most minute incidents came back to
her, and she related with the utmost fluency, in a rapture of delight,
a picnic with breakfast in a hut built of branches and an extravagant
quantity of wine--which we had never had together.
"What a shower-bath! My teeth fairly chattered from it. She noticed my
coldness, asked if I had any other love, became irritated when I
pretended not to hear the question, finally said that she must go, and
was thoroughly offended when I did not detain her.
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