"It is simple and unpretending, I like it much.

Look at the long, pretentious names of our family--Archibald! Cornelia! And yours, too--Barbara! What a mouthful they all are!" Barbara contracted her eyebrows.

It was equivalent to saying that he did not like her name.
They reached the gate, and Mr.Carlyle was about to pass out of it when Barbara laid her hand on his arm to detain him, and spoke in a timid voice,-- "Archibald!" "What is it ?" "I have not said a word of thanks to you for this," she said, touching the chain and locket; "my tongue seemed tied.

Do not deem me ungrateful." "You foolish girl! It is not worth them.

There! Now I am paid.
Good-night, Barbara." He had bent down and kissed her cheek, swung through the gate, laughing, and strode away.