At length I did begin to grow a little afraid.
Why was she so careful not to be seen?
Extraordinary ugliness would account for it: she might fear terrifying me! Horror of an inconceivable monstrosity began to assail me: was I following through the dark an unheard of hideousness?
Almost I repented of having accepted her hospitality.
Neither spoke, and the silence grew unbearable.

I MUST break it! "I want to find my way," I said, "to a place I have heard of, but whose name I have not yet learned.

Perhaps you can tell it me!" "Describe it, then, and I will direct you.

The stupid Bags know nothing, and the careless little Lovers forget almost everything." "Where do those live ?" "You are just come from them!" "I never heard those names before!" "You would not hear them.

Neither people knows its own name!" "Strange!" "Perhaps so! but hardly any one anywhere knows his own name! It would make many a fine gentleman stare to hear himself addressed by what is really his name!" I held my peace, beginning to wonder what my name might be.
"What now do you fancy yours ?" she went on, as if aware of my thought.
"But, pardon me, it is a matter of no consequence." I had actually opened my mouth to answer her, when I discovered that my name was gone from me.