“Yes.”
“Then that is settled.”
“Wait just a moment, Mr. Carter.”
“Well?”
“I don’t want you to think unkindly of me because I will not discuss my girlhood, will you?”
“No. Certainly not.”
“I will say this much: My father and mother bore a title. By rights I should have one now; but I am supposed to have died, and the title that is mine is now borne by another—and I would not deprive her of it under any circumstances. Also, there was an episode in my life then which I do not care to have raked up again, now, that it is forgotten.”
“Then let it rest.”
“You are sure that you will not think me ungrateful?”
“Quite sure, Nan. Forget it.”