"You ought to get a job."
"I ought. But somehow I don't seem able to."
"What did you do before the war?"
"I've forgotten."
"Forgotten!"
"Forgotten."
"How do you mean—forgotten? You can't mean—forgotten?"
"Yes. It's quite gone."
"But I mean to say. You can't have forgotten a thing like that."
"Can't I! I've forgotten all sorts of things. Where I was born. How old I am. Whether I'm married or single. What my name is"
"Well, I'm dashed!" said Archie, staggered. "But you remembered about giving me a bit of sausage outside St. Mihiel?"
"No, I didn't. I'm taking your word for it. For all I know you may be luring me into some den to rob me of my straw hat. I don't know you from Adam. But I like your conversation—especially the part about eating—and I'm taking a chance."
Archie was concerned.
"Listen, old bean. Make an effort. You must remember that sausage episode? It was just outside St. Mihiel, about five in the evening. Your little lot were lying next to my little lot, and we happened to meet, and I said 'What ho!' and you said 'Halloa!' and I said 'What ho! What ho!' and you said 'Have a bit of sausage?' and I said What ho! What ho! What ho!'"
"The dialogue seems to have been darned sparkling, but I don't remember it. It must have been after that
