"That was the last time I saw you; but the last time we spoke was at the San Giuliano's." "Was it?
I do not remember.

We have often talked--a little--at different places." "I remember very well," said Gianluca, with a good deal of emphasis and looking earnestly at her.
Veronica tried to recall the conversation on the occasion to which he referred, but could not remember a word of it.
"Did I say anything especial, that time ?" she asked, wondering whether she had then unfortunately answered 'yes,' in a fit of absence of mind, to some question of hidden import which he had perhaps addressed to her.
"Oh yes!" he answered promptly.

"You told me that you liked white roses better than red ones.

You see, I have a good memory." "That was a tremendously important statement." Veronica laughed, somewhat relieved by the information.
"I always remember everything you say," said Gianluca.

"I think I know by heart all you have ever said to me." He spoke with a sort of grave and almost child-like conviction.
"I shall remember everything you say to-day," he added, after a moment's pause.
"I hope not!" exclaimed Veronica.