Turning to her with a smile, he replied:
"The name that I always fancied I should like for my wife to bear was the sweet one of Una—no sweeter, I know, than Marie, but I grew to love the name from reading Spenser's 'Faëry Queen.'"
Then he told her the pretty story, as well as he could, of the beautiful Una who personified Truth in the "Faëry Queen." She listened with sparkling eyes and eager interest.
"From this hour I shall be called Una," she exclaimed.
"But you have been baptized Marie," he said.
"It shall be Una Marie, then," she replied, in her pretty, positive fashion, and he was pleased to assent.
"From this hour, then, I shall call you Una, and you shall call me Eliot."
"But, monsieur—" deprecatingly.
"No more monsieurs," he replied, playfully. "They remind me too much of Madame Lorraine."