"It is strange that we should be talking this way—when you think— Why, you don't even know my name."
"No more I do," said Ransome.
"My name is Violet. Violet Usher. Do you like it?"
"Very much," said Ransome.
He did not know if this was "cock-a-tree"; but if it was he found himself enjoying it.
"And yours is Randall. Mr. Randall Ransome, aren't you?"
"I say, you know; how did you get hold of that?"
"Why—Winny told me."
In the strangeness of it all he had forgotten Winny.
"Then she told you wrong. Now I think of it, Winny doesn't know my real name. My real name would take your breath away."