Her name was Wentworth.

Oh!" It was an involuntary cry of physical pain.
"Diana!--Did I hurt your hand?
my darling!" The sudden tightness of his grip had crushed her fingers.

She smiled at him, as he kissed them, in hasty remorse.
"And her Christian name ?" he asked, in a low voice.
"Juliet." There was a pause.

They had turned back, and were walking toward the house.

The air had grown much colder; frosty stars were twinkling, and a chilly wind was blowing light clouds across the moon.