"Indeed! What a charming idea!"
Deerehurst raised his gold-rimmed eyeglass, and peered at her through the dusk.
At the same moment, Serracauld leaned forward in his seat.
"Clodagh!" he repeated—"Clodagh! What a pretty name!"
Once more, and without apparent reason, Clodagh felt her heart beat unevenly. With a short laugh, she turned to Barnard.
"And you, Mr. Barnard," she said hastily, "do you like the name?"
Barnard made a suave gesture.
"I say that it fits its owner."
Once more she laughed with a tinge of nervous excitement.
"A very guarded statement!" she said brightly. "I think we had better talk about something else. Who are the people I am to meet here? Mr. Barnard kindly wants to provide me with new friends."