"Ma'am, did you not tell them our name is Schultz?"
"But so it is."
"It is not, ma'am. Our name is Neumann."
Priscilla stared astonished. "Neumann?" she said. "Nonsense, Fritzi. Why should it be Neumann? We're Schultz. I told these people we were. It's all settled."
"Settled, ma'am? I told the woman here as well as the estate agent that you are my brother's child and that we are Neumann."
Priscilla was aghast. Then she said severely, "It was your duty to ask me first. What right have you to christen me?"
"I intended to discuss it during our walk to the village this afternoon. I admit I forgot it. On the other hand I could not suppose your Grand Ducal Highness, left for a moment unprotected, would inform two strange gentlemen that our name was Schultz."
"You should certainly have asked me first," repeated Priscilla with knitted brows. "Why should I have to be Neumann?"
"I might inquire with equal reason why I should have to be Schultz," retorted Fritzing.
"But why Neumann?" persisted Priscilla, greatly upset.