"Beverley?"
"Yes—Beverley. But we must go."
"First, tell me how you learned my name?"
"From the Viscount—Viscount Devenham?"
"Then, you know the Viscount?"
"I do; we also know each other as rivals."
"Rivals? For what?"
"Yourself."
"For me? Sir—sir—what did you tell him?"
"My name is Barnabas. And I told him that I should probably marry you, some day."