“I may not choose to do it.”
“What is the use of talking,” the boy went on, “when you know that you will?”
And such were the answers that he persisted in giving to all her inquiries.
“You said you knew who I was,” Eva went on; “but how did you know it?”
“They told me.”
“Who are THEY?”
“They led you here to me, and for me. You must not ask so many questions.”
“May I not even ask your name?”
“You ought to know that without my telling you. But, as you don’t, I will answer you. It is Aster.”
“Aster? Aster?” Eva slowly repeated; “it seems to me that I have heard that name before.”