"How was it don how was it done?
Was she here in Montreal ?" "I don't know how it was done, but she was here, and Junia got this from her.

I shan't know how till I've seen Junia." "Junia is the best friend," said the stricken woman gently, "in all the world; she's--" "She's so good a friend she must be told the truth," he said firmly.
"Oh, not while I live! I could not bear that--" "How could I ask Junia to marry me and not tell her all the truth--mother, can't you see ?" The woman's face flushed scarlet.

"Ah, yes, I see, my boy--I see." "Haven't we had enough of secrecy--in your letter you lamented it! If it was right for you to be secret all these years, is it not a hundred times right now for me to tell you the truth....

I have no name--no name," he added, tragedy in his tone.
"You have my name.

You may say I have no right to it, but it is the only name I can carry; they both are dead, and I must keep it.