He kept reiterating again and again during the pauses of the conversation: "I want you to forget it.

Will you?
Will you forget it--that--this morning, and have us be good friends ?" He could see that her trouble was keen.

He was astonished that the matter should be so grave in her estimation.

After all, what was it that a girl should be kissed?
But he wanted to regain his lost ground.
"Will you forget it, Miss Hilma?
I want you to like me." She took a clean napkin from the sideboard drawer and laid it down by the plate.
"I--I do want you to like me," persisted Annixter.

"I want you to forget all about this business and like me." Hilma was silent.