“My aunt, you are killing me.”
“Your health appears to me to be far from feeble.”
“I am innocent of any wrong,” said Wistaria, with a flash of spirit.
“Then you will not object to inform me who presented you with these flowers?”
“An honorable gentleman,” said Wistaria.
“Indeed! And what is this honorable gentleman’s name, may I ask?”
Wistaria hesitated. Then a sudden idea came to her. She smiled mysteriously.
“But I do not know his name,” she said, which was quite true, as she was unaware of her lover’s true name.
“You do not know the name of your lover!” cried her aunt, incredulously.
“Indeed, I wish I did.”