And the name of it was--Anne.
As things actually were at that moment, what course was he to take with the unhappy woman who was waiting to hear from him at the Scotch inn?
To write?
or not to write?
That was the question with Geoffrey.
The preliminary difficulty, relating to addressing a letter to Anne at the inn, had been already provided for.

She had decided--if it proved necessary to give her name, before Geoffrey joined her--to call herself Mrs., instead of Miss, Silvester.

A letter addressed to "Mrs.
Silvester" might be trusted to find its way to her without causing any embarrassment.

The doubt was not here.

The doubt lay, as usual, between two alternatives.