She turned her back scornfully on the rude old man, and left him in the delusion that he had discovered the dead woman's name.
Horace returned to the business of filling up the form.

"Pardon me for pressing the question," he said.

"You know what German discipline is by this time.

What is your name ?" She answered him recklessly, defiantly, without fairly realizing what she was doing until it was done.
"Grace Roseberry," she said.
The words were hardly out of her mouth before she would have given everything she possessed in the world to recall them.
"Miss ?" asked Horace, smiling.
She could only answer him by bowing her head.
He wrote: "Miss Grace Roseberry"-- reflected for a moment--and then added, interrogatively, "Returning to her friends in England ?" Her friends in England?
Mercy's heart swelled: she silently replied by another sign.

He wrote the words after the name, and shook the sandbox over the wet ink.