You will forget....

Marry me, Mel, for his sake." She had both hands pressed to her breast as if to stay an uncontrollable feeling.

Her eyes, dilated and wide, expressed a blending of emotions.
"No, no, no!" she cried.
Lane went on just the same with other words, in other vein, reiterating the same importunity.

It was a tragic game, in which he divined he must lose.

But the playing of it had inexplicably bitter-sweet pain.