‘You are an angel,’ said Diaz.
‘Don’t call me that,’ I protested.
‘Why not?’
‘Because I wish it,’ I said. ‘Angel’ was Ispenlove’s word.
‘Then, what shall I call you?’
‘My name is Carlotta Peel,’ I said. ‘Not Magdalen at all.’
It was astounding, incredible, that he should be learning my name then for the first time.
‘I shall always call you Magda,’ he responded.
‘And now I must go,’ I stated, when I had explained to him about the servant.
‘But you’ll come back?’ he cried.