There was a pause; his intellect was struggling to comprehend; presently it did manage to catch the idea in time to save embarrassment all around, and he said gratefully-- "Dear Gwendolen! I may say that ?" "Yes--part of it.

But--don't kiss me when I am talking, it makes me forget what I was going to say.

You can call me by part of that form, but not the last part.

Gwendolen is not my name." "Not your name ?" This in a tone of wonder and surprise.
The girl's soul was suddenly invaded by a creepy apprehension, a quite definite sense of suspicion and alarm.

She put his arms away from her, looked him searchingly in the eye, and said: "Answer me truly, on your honor.