She knows me, but, confound it, sir, she refuses to tell me who she is.

Do you think that is fair?
Now, I'll tell you how it came about." He related the story of the goldfish and the pinhook.

The Baron smiled comfortably to himself, a sphinx-like expression coming into his beady eyes as he stared steadily on ahead; her trim grey back seemed to encourage his admiring smile.
"Well, my boy, if she elects to keep you in the dark concerning her name, it is not for me to betray her," he said at the end of the recital.

"Ladies in her position, I dare say, enjoy these little mysteries.

If she wants you to know, she'll tell you.