"Tenez, Monsieur!" said Ellen, blushing, but smiling, and tendering back the mosaic.
He laughed, and bowed, and begged her pardon, and said she must keep it to assure him that she had forgiven him; and then he asked by what name he might remember her.
"Monsieur, je m'appelle Ellen M "
She stopped short, in utter and blank uncertainty what to call herself; Montgomery she dared not; Lindsay stuck in her throat,
"Have you forgotten it?" said M. Muller, amused at her look, "or is it a secret?"
"Tell M. Muller your name, Ellen," said Mr. Lindsay, turning round from a group where he was standing at a little distance. The tone was stern and displeased. Ellen felt it keenly, and with difficulty and some hesitation still, murmured
"Ellen Lindsay."
"Lindsay! Are you the daughter of my friend Mr. Lindsay?"
Again Ellen hesitated, in great doubt how to answer, but finally, not without starting tears, said
"Oui, Monsieur."