But then why did you deceive me before ?" To this the doctor chose to make no answer, and again there was silence for a while.
"What do you call her, doctor ?" "Her name is Mary." "The prettiest women's name going; there's no name like it," said the contractor, with an unusual tenderness in his voice.

"Mary--yes; but Mary what?
What other name does she go by ?" Here the doctor hesitated.
"Mary Scatcherd--eh ?" "No.

Not Mary Scatcherd." "Not Mary Scatcherd! Mary what, then?
You, with your d---- pride, wouldn't let her be called Mary Thorne, I know." This was too much for the doctor.

He felt that there were tears in his eyes, so he walked away to the window to dry them, unseen.

Had he had fifty names, each more sacred than the other, the most sacred of them all would hardly have been good enough for her.
"Mary what, doctor?
Come, if the girl is to belong to me, if I am to provide for her, I must know what to call her, and where to look for her." "Who talked of your providing for her ?" said the doctor, turning round at the rival uncle.