"Would you mind telling me who you are ?" "I ?" the clear cheeks reddening.

"Why, I am only a fool." "Then there is, at least, one tie between us.

But, if we are to remain friends I must know how to address you." Her red lips parted doubtfully, her brow wrinkling.
"Yes, and we cannot afford to be conventional, can we?
I am Viola Bernard." "I knew a girl once by that name; ages ago it seems now.

A little thing in short skirts, but I thought her rather nice.

I believe we are inclined to like names associated with pleasant memories.