"My real name?" repeated Meg. She was standing inflexibly upright near a table.
"The name you were called by before to-day?" said her interrogator.
"You did not recognize your name when you were called Beecham—what is your real name?" said another.
Meg did not answer for a moment. She remembered her promise to the mysterious white-haired stranger. Then she said huskily:
"What does it signify what name I had before?"
Again she paused.
"Then you had another name?" said the pretty girl in a thin, high voice. "How very romantic!"
"Don't tease her—what does it signify?" put in Ursula.
"What does it signify?" was repeated all round in what Meg fancied a not unkindly tone. She took courage.