"I mean, Miss," whispered Susan mysteriously, "do you think he's ... quite right in his head?"
"Well, Susan," I answered, "when one looks at the way he runs after a girl whom he's never spoken to, I admit it does make one wonder if he isn't a bit mad."
Susan pouted.
"I mean his letter, Miss," she said. "And this big blue paper."
"As for his letters, Susan," I replied, "I don't see much wrong with them. Aren't they bright, and frank, and kind?"
"Why does he say, Miss, that he's named Henry?"
"Simply because Henry is his name."
"But lords don't have any names, Miss, do they? I mean they only have surnames."
I asked for light.
"It was Mrs. Hobbs, the cook, that told me, Miss," Susan explained. "Mrs. Hobbs said that a lord could only have a surname--as it might be Ruddington--and the King could only have a Christian name--as it might be Edward. That's the difference, Miss, between a king and a lord--one can only have a Christian name, and the other can only have a surname. So how can he be named Henry?"