"I used the name. I—thought it was better," he explained, trying to keep his head.
"Yes. No doubt it was better," she answered.
"And it really is my name," he went on. "One of my names."
"You have so many?"
"My sponsors in baptism——"
"The newspapers accused you of being your own sponsor."
"The newspapers accused me—what do you mean?"
"Surely you know. I told you I should read about you, but I expected to read very different things. However, we won't talk of that now——"
"But we must." For a moment he was the old, masterful Loveland. "We must. I want to know what you mean."
"That can wait awhile. I came to ask what you mean. Though I did read the newspapers, I was surprised to find you here. I'm acting for my friend, Sidney Cremer. A cousin of Sidney's and mine, who lives a few miles out of Ashville, saw 'Lord Bob' advertised for performance, and telegraphed. Sidney couldn't come, but my aunt brought me tonight, as Sidney Cremer's interests and mine are rather closely allied. And you know, nobody has a right to produce the play without the author's permission."