'You've forgotten, but I can't.

You were very kind to me--you helped me more than you can think--you never saw me without speaking kindly.

Don't you remember that night when I came to fetch you from the workshop, and you took off your coat and put it over me, because it was cold and raining ?' 'Jane, what a long, long time ago that seems!' 'As long as I live I shall never forget it--never! You were the only friend I had then.' 'No; there was some one else who took thought for you,' said Sidney, regarding her gravely.
Jane met his look for an instant--they could just read each other's features in the pale light--then dropped her eyes.
'I don't think you've forgotten that either,' he added, in the same unusual voice.
'No,' said Jane, below her breath.
'Say who it is I mean.' 'You mean Miss Hewett,' was the reply, after a troubled moment.
'I wanted you to say her name.

You remember one evening not long ago, when your grandfather was away?
I had the same wish then.

Why shouldn't we speak of her?
She was a friend to you when you needed one badly, and it's right that you should remember her with gratitude.