"Forget not she was fair."
I have never forgotten it, though it is years since I saw, or fancied
I saw, her face in the water.
But I have forgotten other things. Indeed, I forgot them so speedily
that I saw poor old Robbins was quite puzzled and hurt in his
feelings. So, before my wedding tour came to an end, I thought it
kinder to give him something definite as an excuse for my
cheerfulness. I told him, therefore, that I had fallen in love with
some one else.
He gave a low whistle, said, "By Jove!" then added heartily, "Upon my
soul, old chap, I believe it's the wisest thing you can do."
Perhaps it was. But I am not yet married. I am waiting for a woman who
does not want a lover.