"Could—would—should—might——" he could get no farther.
"What?"
"M-might I—would it be—could you——"
"Are you trying to ask me what is my name?"
"Yes," he said; "did you think I was reciting a lesson in grammar?"
Suddenly the rare smile played delicately along the edges of her upcurled mouth.
"No," she said, "I knew you were embarrassed. It wasn't nice of me. But," and her face grew grave, "there is no use in my telling you my name."
"Why?"
"Because we shall not meet again."