Blix," he added, listening to the sound of the name.

"Blix, Blix.

Yes, yes; that's your name." "Blix ?" she repeated; "but why Blix ?" "Why not ?" "I don't know why not." "Well, then," he declared, as though that settled the question.

They made ready to go, as it was growing late.
"Will you tie that for me, Condy," she asked, rising and turning the back of her head toward him, the ends of the veil held under her fingers.

"Not too tight.