"No, no, I—can't let you—"
But she cried him down passionately, saying: "Yes, that is our name now, and we are going to make it honorable."
From his place beside the sociological bookcase—perhaps faunal naturalists can tell us why—the great pleasure-dog Behemoth, whose presence they had both forgotten, raised his leonine head and gave a sharp, joyous bark.