“You are quite excusable, but please bear in mind that it matters not what one’s name may be, every honest woman is worthy of at least common respect, which is less than you have shown me.”
“Charley, you must be civil to Miss Elsworth, for she’s so good, and she’ll do all she can for you.”
“Yes, they are all angels; at least I think so.”
A week later Blanche Elsworth sat by the bedside of Charley Morris. He had suffered intense pain, during the night, and the morning found him weak and fretful. He turned his handsome head on his pillow, and looking steadily at Miss Elsworth for the space of a moment, he said:
“How did you know that my name was Brunswick?”
“Because I have seen you before, and was told that your name was Brunswick.”
“Well, it’s devilish strange how things get out, anyway.”
“Was it a secret?”
“No, but I’d like to know where you ever saw me.”