"Good morning," said Croft, from the other end of the walk.

"I am glad to see you out so early." "Good morning," she replied, with a look which indicated that she was not at all glad to see him, "but I don't think it is early." Croft had noticed on the preceding day that her coolness towards him still continued, but it did not suit him to let her know that he perceived it.

He went up to her, and in a very friendly way remarked: "There is something I wish very much you would tell me.

What is your name?
It is very odd that during all the time I have been acquainted with you I have never known your name." "You must have taken an immense interest in it," she said, as she snipped some dried leaves off a twig of geranium she had cut.
"It was not that I did not take any interest," said Croft, "but at first your name never came forward, and I soon began to know you by the title which your remarkable condition of wedlock gave you." "And that is the name," said the lady, very decidedly, "by which I am to be known in this house.

I am very proud of my maiden name, but I am not going to tell it to you for fear that some time you will use it." "Oh!" ejaculated Mr Croft.