Do you remember your plan ?--the plans you drew for me to look at in our front parlour--when New York houses had parlours?
You were twenty and I fourteen....

Garry, yonder, was not....

And the rugs, you recollect ?--one or two in a room, Shiraz, Ispahan--nothing as obvious as Sehna and Saraband--nothing but Moresque and pure Persian--and one agedly perfect gem of Asia Minor, and one Tekke, so old and flawless that only the pigeon-blood fire remained under the violet bloom....

Do you remember ?" Wayward's shoulders straightened with a jerk.

For twenty years he had not remembered these things; and she had not only remembered but was now reciting the strange, quaint, resurrected words in their forgotten sequence; the words he had uttered as he--or what he had once been--sat in the old-time parlour in the mellow half light of faded brocades and rosewood, repeating to a child the programme of his future.