“I don’t know,” Lanfear temporized.  “Doesn’t he?”

“I can’t always tell.  Should—­should you wish me to remember more than I do?”

“I?”

She looked at him with entreaty.  “Do you think it would make my father happier if I did?”

“That I can’t say,” Lanfear answered.  “People are often the sadder for what they remember.  If I were your father—­Excuse me!  I don’t mean anything so absurd.  But in his place—­”

He stopped, and she said, as if she were satisfied with his broken reply:  “It is very curious.  When I look at him—­when I am with him—­I know him; but when he is away, I don’t remember him.”  She seemed rather interested in the fact than distressed by it; she even smiled.

“And me,” he ventured, “is it the same with regard to me?”

She did not say; she asked, smiling:  “Do you remember me when I am away?”

“Yes!” he answered.  “As perfectly as if you were with me.  I can see you, hear you, feel the touch of your hand, your dress—­Good heavens!” he added to himself under his breath.  “What am I saying to this poor child!”

In the instinct of escaping from himself he started forward, and she moved with him.  Mr. Gerald’s watchful driver followed them with the carriage.

“That is very strange,” she said, lightly.  “Is it so with you about everyone?”

“No,” he replied, briefly, almost harshly.  He asked, abruptly:  “Miss Gerald, are there any times when you know people in their absence?”

“Just after I wake from a nap—­yes.  But it doesn’t last.  That is, it seems to me it doesn’t.  I’m not sure.”

As they followed the winding of the pleasant way, with the villas on the slopes above and on the slopes below, she began to talk of them, and to come into that knowledge of each which formed her remembrance of them from former knowledge of them, but which he knew would fade when she passed them.

The next morning, when she came down unwontedly late to breakfast in their pavilion, she called gayly: 

“Dr. Lanfear!  It is Dr. Lanfear?”

“I should be sorry if it were not, since you seem to expect it, Miss Gerald.”

“Oh, I just wanted to be sure.  Hasn’t my father been here, yet?” It was the first time she had shown herself aware of her father except in his presence, as it was the first time she had named Lanfear to his face.

He suppressed a remote stir of anxiety, and answered:  “He went to get his newspapers; he wished you not to wait.  I hope you slept well?”

“Splendidly.  But I was very tired last night; I don’t know why, exactly.”

“We had rather a long walk.”

“Did we have a walk yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“Then it was so!  I thought I had dreamed it.  I was beginning to remember something, and my father asked me what it was, and then I couldn’t remember.  Do you believe I shall keep on remembering?”