“Will it frighten me?”
“I hope not.”
Then I told her of the cause for my coming to America, because I wished to escape those who would imprison me for having fought on the side of the defeated King Monmouth. I was Sir Francis Dane, I said, but had taken the name of Captain Edward Amherst, as a measure of safety. When I had made an end I smiled down on her.
“Then it is good bye to Captain Amherst,” she remarked.
“Aye, ’tis the end of him,” I said.
“I am not sure but that I liked him better than I will Sir Francis Dane,” went on Lucille. “For the latter is much of a stranger to me.”
“Will you have to begin to love over again?” I asked.
“Nay,” was her only reply, in a low voice.
“Sir Francis, Sir Francis,” she continued, after a moment’s pause. “Hum, ’tis a rather nice name.” Then she seemed to be thinking.
“Why,” she exclaimed, suddenly, “it is a titled name, is it not? You must be a person of distinction over in England.”