Mrs. Fielding’s glance and tone were full of reproachful amazement. She drew a long, long breath, and added:
“You have forgotten your preserver’s name, you ungrateful child!”
Fair’s pale and tear-wet face suddenly grew rosy red, and she said quickly:
“Oh, no, for I never knew his name. He did not tell me, and, of course, I did not like to ask him.”
Mrs. Fielding cried out in dismay:
“You did not find out his name, nor where he lives?”
“No, mamma,” despondently.
“But, of course, you told him your name?” pursued the mother.
“Of course I did not. As he did not show interest enough in me to ask it,” Fair retorted hotly, for she resented bitterly, in secret, her preserver’s proud indifference as shown in the fact that he did not even care to know the name of her he had saved from a horrible death.
Mrs. Fielding was perplexed and disappointed beyond expression.