“What is her other name, sir? If you don’t like me to call her Helena, shall I say Miss”—
“You can say Helena,” answered Justinian shortly; “she has no other name.”
“No; we are simple people here,” observed Crispin mischievously, “and dispense with such cumbersomeness as two names;—Justinian, Helena, Crispin, Andros; so you, Roylands, will drop your harsh English surname, and be henceforth known as Maurice.”
“I am quite content to be so as long as Helena speaks the name!”
“Another compliment!” laughed Crispin gayly; “I thought, according to you, gentlemen never paid ladies compliments?”
“This is the exception to prove the rule.”
“Helena,” said her father suddenly, “where is Andros?”
“I do not know. He was here an hour ago, and said he would be back to supper.”
“It is supper-time now,” said Justinian, moving towards the side entrance. “You must be hungry, gentlemen. I trust you feel quite recovered?”
“Speaking for myself, I do,” answered Maurice brightly; “that sleep has quite set me up. And Crispin”—