I never heard anyone talk better sense on the subject.' Alma looked pleased, as she always did when receiving a compliment.
'Will you believe, then, Mr.Rolfe, that I am quite in earnest in hating show and pretences and extravagance, and wishing to live in just the opposite way ?' 'I will believe it if you cease to address me by that formal name--a show and a pretence, and just a little extravagant.' Her cheeks grew warm again 'That reminds me,' she said; 'I didn't know you had a second name--till I got that letter.' 'I had almost forgotten it myself, till I answered a certain other letter.

I didn't know till then that _you_ had a second name.

Your "Florence" called out my "Radcliffe"-- which sounds fiery, doesn't it?
I always felt that the name over-weighted me.

I got it from my mother.' 'And your first--Harvey ?' 'My first I got from a fine old doctor, about whom I'll tell you some day--Alma.' 'I named your name.

I didn't address you by it.' 'But you will ?' 'Let us talk seriously .-- Could you live far away from London, in some place that people know nothing about ?' 'With you, indeed I could, and be glad enough if I never saw London again.' An exaltation possessed Alma; her eyes grew very bright, gazing as if at a mental picture, and her hands trembled as she continued to speak.' 'I don't mean that we are to go and be hermits in a wilderness.