"You see, Miss Marsh, I——"
"Do you mind calling me Paula," she said in the most matter-of-fact tone. "I hate the name of Marsh—it's my Uncle James' name—and it's always on those horrid law papers—'Marsh versus Marsh.' It's always connected with defendants and plaintiffs and—affidavits—and other horrible instruments of torture. My heart beats every time I see the dreadful words. Marsh versus Marsh! I dream of Marsh versus Marsh—and when I wake up in the morning—the first thing that greets me in the morning paper is Marsh versus Marsh. I hate the name—I hate it!"
Was this the opportunity? Harry did not know but he seized it.
"Why—why not change it?" he murmured.
Paula smiled.
"That idea has occurred to me dozens of times," she said gaily. "I will when this horrible lawsuit is settled."
His companion grew a shade paler.
"Is that a—a bargain——" he asked seriously.
"Yes," she laughed.
"And may I—pick—pick out a suitable name for you——?"