"On no condition, sir!"
"That you remember my name is Barnabas."
"But I detest your name."
"I am hoping that by use it may become a little less objectionable," said he, rather ponderously.
"It never can—never; and I want my handkerchief,—Barnabas."
So Barnabas sighed again, and perforce gave the handkerchief into her keeping. And now it was she who smiled up at the moon; but as for Barnabas, his gaze was bent earthwards. After they had gone some way in silence, he spoke.
"Have you met—Sir Mortimer Carnaby—often?" he inquired.
"Yes," she answered, then seeing his scowling look, added, "very often, oh, very often indeed, sir!"
"Ha!" said frowning Barnabas, "and is he one of the many who have—told you their love?"
"Yes."