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On
the
instant
I
remembered
my
engagement
.
"
Why
did
you
not
tell
me
before
?
"
I
demanded
angrily
.
"
What
did
it
matter
?
"
Pons
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
Has
he
not
been
waiting
two
hours
as
it
is
?
"
"
Why
did
n't
you
call
me
?
"
He
regarded
me
with
a
thoughtful
,
censorious
eye
.
"
And
you
rolling
to
bed
and
shouting
like
chanticleer
,
'
Sing
cucu
,
sing
cucu
,
cucu
nu
nu
cucu
,
sing
cucu
,
sing
cucu
,
sing
cucu
,
sing
cucu
.
"'
He
mocked
me
with
the
senseless
refrain
in
an
ear-jangling
falsetto
.
Without
doubt
I
had
bawled
the
nonsense
out
on
my
way
to
bed
.
"
You
have
a
good
memory
,
"
I
commented
drily
,
as
I
essayed
a
moment
to
drape
my
shoulders
with
the
new
sable
cloak
ere
I
tossed
it
to
Pons
to
put
aside
.
He
shook
his
head
sourly
.
"
No
need
of
memory
when
you
roared
it
over
and
over
for
the
thousandth
time
till
half
the
inn
was
a-knock
at
the
door
to
spit
you
for
the
sleep-killer
you
were
.
And
when
I
had
you
decently
in
the
bed
,
did
you
not
call
me
to
you
and
command
,
if
the
devil
called
,
to
tell
him
my
lady
slept
?
And
did
you
not
call
me
back
again
,
and
,
with
a
grip
on
my
arm
that
leaves
it
bruised
and
black
this
day
,
command
me
,
as
I
loved
life
,
fat
meat
,
and
the
warm
fire
,
to
call
you
not
of
the
morning
save
for
one
thing
?
"
