We were wondering if our marriage could be under my adopted name, that was all, and things like it." Ducie was watching his handsome face as he spoke, and feeling keenly the eager deprecation of pain to herself, mingling with the natural curiosity about his own identity, which the cloud upon his early years warranted.

She looked at him steadily, with eyes shining brightly through tears.
"Your name is not Pattison, neither is it Latrigg.

When you marry Charlotte Sandal, it must be by your own true name; and that is Stephen Sandal." "Stephen Sandal, mother ?" "Yes.

You are the son of Launcelot Sandal, the late squire's eldest brother." "Then, mother, then I am--What am I, mother ?" "You are squire of Sandal-Side and Torver.

No living man but you has a right to the name, or the land, or to Seat-Sandal." "I should have known this before, mother." "I think not.