Sylvia walked straight down, followed by the cabman who brought her boxes in one after the other.

The servant, giving way before the composure of this strange young visitor, opened the door of a sitting-room upon the left hand, and Sylvia, followed by her trunks, entered and took possession.
"What name shall I say ?" asked the servant in perplexity.

She had had no orders to expect a visitor.

Sylvia paid the cabman and waited until she heard the garden door close and the jingle of the cab as it was driven away.

Then, and not till then, she answered the question.
"No name.