"The same name—my wonder-child's name."
"And the name of a thousand children."
"Of course, of course. And—and, Uniacke, the other name, the other name upon that tomb?"
"Why—why the surname. What is that?"
The painter was standing close to the clergyman and staring straight into his eyes. For a moment Uniacke made no reply. Then he answered slowly:
"There is no other name."
"Why not?"
"Why—the—the Skipper would only have Jack put, that was all. Jack—he was the boy on the schooner 'Flying Fish'—'Lead, kindly light.'"
"Ah!"