“Belinda Mary, I was going to say, or as a matter of fact,” he floundered, “I was going to say Belinda and Mary.”
“You were going to say nothing of the kind,” she corrected him.
“Anyway, I think Belinda Mary is a very pretty name.”
“You think nothing of the sort.”
She saw the laughter in his eyes and felt an insane desire to laugh.
“You said it was a weird name and you think it is a weird name, but I really can't be bothered considering everybody's views. I think it's a weird name, too. I was named after an aunt,” she added in self-defence.
“There you have the advantage of me,” he inclined his head politely; “I was named after my father's favourite dog.”
“What does T. X. stand for?” she asked curiously.
“Thomas Xavier,” he said, and she leant back in the big chair on the edge of which a few minutes before she had perched herself in trepidation and dissolved into a fit of immoderate laughter.
“It is comic, isn't it?” he asked.