"I didn't stay up for the Derby," he pleaded, in extenuation of his neglect.
She laughed again.
"Tony, you haven't yet heard his name. I've chosen Lucius."
"That's a rum name. Why Latin all of a sudden? Or if Latin, why not Marcus Antoninus, don't you know?"
"It's a name I like very much."
He looked at her suspiciously.
"Who did you know called Lucius?"
"Nobody. It's a name I like. That's all."
"You promise me you never knew anybody called Lucius?" He had caught her hand.
"Never."