"Oh, no."
"But is not that what you have done during the last week, Miss Ray;—if it must be Miss Ray?" Then he paused, but still she said nothing. "Rachel is such a pretty name."
"Oh, I think it so ugly."
"It's the prettiest name in the Bible, and the name most fit for poetic use. Who does not remember Rachel weeping for her children?"
"That's the idea, and not the name. Ruth is twice prettier, and Mary the sweetest of all."
"I never knew anybody before called Rachel," said he.
"And I never knew anybody called Luke."
"That's a coincidence, is it not?—a coincidence that ought to make us friends. I may call you Rachel then?"
"Oh, no; please don't. What would people think?"
"Perhaps they would think the truth," said he. "Perhaps they would imagine that I called you so because I liked you. But perhaps they might think also that you let me do so because you liked me. People do make such mistakes."