"Oh, yes!"
And while this conversation proceeds, Jacques is talking with Lucy. He interrupts himself in the middle of a sentence, to bow paternally to a young lady who has just entered.
"Good evening, my dear Miss Merryheart," he says.
"Oh, sir! that is not my name," says little Martha, laughing.
"What is?"
"Martha."
"And are you not desirous of changing it?"
The girl laughs.
"Say, for Mrs. Jacques?"
"Oh!" cries Martha, with a merry glance and a pleasant affectation of reserve, "that is too public."