Some instinct led him to do the right thing; he drew forth the locket from beneath the folds of her dress, holding it open to the light.

He noticed now a name engraven on the gold case, and bent lower to decipher it.
"Was her name Naida?
It is an uncommon word." "Yes." "And yours also ?" "Yes." Their eyes met, and those of both had perceptibly softened.
"Naida," his lips dwelt upon the peculiar name as though he loved the sound.

"I want you to listen to me, child.

I sincerely wish I might keep you here with me, but I can't.

You are more to me than you dream, but it would not be right for me thus deliberately to sacrifice your whole future to my pleasure.