"Felicia," said Kirk, promptly.
"Felicia," mused the Maestro. "That is a beautiful name. Do you know what it means?"
Kirk did not.
"It means happiness. Is it so?"
"Yes," said Kirk; "Ken and I couldn't be happy without her. She is happiness."
"Kenneth is your brother?"
"Kenelm. Does that mean something?"
The old gentleman plucked May-flowers for a moment. "It means, if I remember rightly, "a defender of his kindred. " It is a good Anglo-Saxon name. "
"What does my name mean?" Kirk asked.
The Maestro laughed. "Yours is not a given name," he said. "It has no meaning. But--you mean much to me."