"One would think you had created it.

You almost make me regret to lose it." He stopped.

He felt that the last sentence had saved him.

"It is of that I want to speak," he broke out suddenly and almost rudely.

"Are you satisfied that it means nothing, and can mean nothing, to you?
Does it awaken no memory in your mind--recall nothing you care to know?
Think! I beg you, I implore you to be frank with me!" She looked at him with surprise.
"I have told you already that my present name must be some absurd blunder, or some intentional concealment.