"Indeed? But I suppose it was named after some one?"
"Ye-es."
"Another Evelyn, then," she said coldly.
"No—that is—well, only in a way."
"Let go of my hands, please."
"No."
"Very well. What was she like, this other Evelyn?"
"Like—like you, dearest."
"Oh, really!"
"Listen, Eve; do you remember once five years ago when a train stopped at the top of the Saddle Pass out in Colorado? There was a hot-box. It was twilight in the valleys, but up there it was still half daylight and half starlight. A little way off, in the shadow of the rocks, there was a camp-fire burning."