"It's a fine night, isn't it?" he said. "Now what's your real name?"
Nell gasped and could only stare.
"Is it Wayne?" he demanded.
"Of—of course, it is!"
"I just wanted to see if I'd forgotten. Sometimes my memory walks out on me. Amnesia, you know. It's lucky I never suffered from aphasia. A bishop with aphasia wouldn't be able to hold his job. Let's talk about the bishops."
And he did, for ten solid minutes, until Nell began seriously to wonder if he was in his right mind. Suddenly he dropped the subject.
"You said your name was Wayne, didn't you?"
"Why in the world do you keep asking that?" she parried.
"It's the amnesia. Excuse it, please. Now let's talk about ourselves."