"Anan?" said Verty.
"Are you in love with her? Honor bright now, my dear fellow?"
"No," said Verty, drawn, he did not know how, toward the laughing young man; "no, not with—Miss Fanny."
"Ah, ah!—then with whom? Not the lovely Sallianna—the admirer of nature? Faith! you're too good-looking a fellow to throw yourself away on such a simpering old maid. By Jove! my dear friend, and new acquaintance, I like you! Let us be friends. My name's Ralph Ashley—I'm Fanny's cousin. Come! confidence for confidence!"
Verty smiled.
"My name is Verty," he said; "I havn't any other—I'm an Indian."
"An Indian!"
"Yes."
"Is it possible?"
Verty nodded.