“It is true that you struck me in the face first; but we’ll let that pass. So that man’s name is Bosville; what’s your own?”
“How did you get that name?”
“I say, young man, you seem fond of asking questions! will you have another cup of tea?”
“I was just going to ask for another.”
“Well, then, here it is, and much good may it do you; as for my name, I got it from my mother.”
“Your mother’s name, then, was Isopel?”
“Isopel Berners.”
“But had you never a father?”
“Yes, I had a father,” said the girl, sighing, “but I don’t bear his name.”