“Not Landis?”
“She was my old nurse. I’ve always called her Aunty Landis.”
“Roland Cary that they all talked about! Not a man, but you?”
“Are you awfully disappointed? I was named after my great-uncle, General Roland Cary.”
“Great Scott! Polly Cresap said Roland Cary was charming. Mrs. Dick Randall told me that he—no, that Roland Cary was a ‘dee-vil.’ Cresap quite raved over—over Roland Cary. I’ve been as blind as an owl!”
“It was wicked of me to fool you so long, but it was such a joke. All my cousins always call me Roland Cary, as if it were my only name.”
“Then you’re Elizabeth Cary—the Miss Cary of Baltimore that people made such a fuss about when you came out last year—‘the’ Cary of ‘the’ Carys?”
“I suppose I am.”
“I hope you’ll give me credit for never believing that you were an ordinary person.”
“Yes, I do.”