What if she were so called?
What if she were now warming herself at the doctor's hearth?
"Well, come, Thorne, what is it you call her?
Tell it out, man.

And, look you, if it's your name she bears, I shall think more of you, a deal more than ever I did yet.

Come, Thorne, I'm her uncle too.

I have a right to know.

She is Mary Thorne, isn't she ?" The doctor had not the hardihood nor the resolution to deny it.
"Yes," said he, "that is her name; she lives with me." "Yes, and lives with all those grand folks at Greshamsbury too.