Gradually, too, Richard apprehended that Ralph likewise was on the frontiers of the Realm of Mystery, perhaps further toward it than he himself was; and then, as by a sympathetic stroke, was revealed to him the wonderful beauty and depth of meaning in feminine names.

The theme appeared novel and delicious, fitted to the season and the hour.

But the hardship was, that Richard could choose none from the number; all were the same to him; he loved them all.
"Don't you really prefer the 'Cl's' ?" said Ralph, persuasively.
"Not better than the names ending in 'a' and 'y,' Richard replied, wishing he could, for Ralph was evidently ahead of him.
"Come under these trees," said Ralph.

And under the trees Ralph unbosomed.

His name was down for the army: Eton was quitted for ever.