"There are others," he said in an undertone.
The Surveyor-General of schools gesticulated himself away.

"Perhaps," said Lincoln, intercepting a casual glance, "you would like to know some of these ladies ?" The daughter of the Manager of the Piggeries was a particularly charming little person with red hair and animated blue eyes.

Lincoln left him awhile to converse with her, and she displayed herself as quite an enthusiast for the "dear old days," as she called them, that had seen the beginning of his trance.

As she talked she smiled, and her eyes smiled in a manner that demanded reciprocity.
"I have tried," she said, "countless times--to imagine those old romantic days.

And to you--they are memories.