"For you are Aurora."
The lady gave a displeased start.
"Sir!"
"Pardon," said the Cavalier, "if by accident I have hit upon your real name--"
She laughed again--a laugh which was as exultantly joyous as it was high-bred.
"Ah, my name? Oh no, indeed!" (More work for the Recording Angel.)
She turned to her protectress.
"Madame, I know you think we should be going home."
The senior lady replied in amiable speech, but with sleepy eyes, and the Monk began to lift and unfold a wrapping. As the Cavalier' drew it into his own possession, and, agreeably to his gesture, the Monk and he sat down side by side, he said, in a low tone:
"One more laugh before we part."