"And in the mean time," she said, "let us go on as before, as if you had never brought yourself to confide your sad story to me."
So he had told a sad story, had he? he thought, much bewildered; for, as he had no story belonging to him of that character, he was afraid he must have invented one, while, of course, he could not ask for information.
"Yes," he said, with great presence of mind, "forget my unhappy story—let it never be mentioned between us again. We will go on as before—exactly as before."
"It is our only course," she agreed. "And now," she added, with a cheerfulness that struck him as a little forced, "suppose we talk of something else."
Peter considered this a good suggestion, provided it was a subject he knew a little more about; which, unhappily, it was not.
"You never answered my question," she reminded him.
He would have liked, as Ministers say in the House, "previous notice of that question;" but he could hardly say so in so many words.
"No," he said. "Forgive me if I say that it is a—a painful subject to me."
