I stopped the car and sat still... remembering.

... Watson, or whatever your name is, you are not in Hyde Park, with an audience of loafers.

Supposing she doesn't want to get married? She can go and be a governess.

You know, old boy, Edith was never my fiancee.

Now, from the beginning...

I've gone over it again and again and again in my head

We used to meet each other constantly once or twice a week.