"Isabella? Brenda? Minna?"
"No—you will never find it out."
"Then you will surely tell me."
"Oh no!—that would spoil the romance of our acquaintance."
"And am I never to find out who you are?"
"Probably not, if you bury yourself in the woods all your life. I have been your neighbour for half a year, and you have never seen me."
"My eyes must have been blinded; but I will bury myself no more. Do tell me your name, and where you live, for I am very ill qualified to be a discoverer."
"I shall certainly not destroy the charm of mystery. Let it be enough that you know me by sight. The name is of no consequence—but if you really wish to know it"——
"I do indeed."
"Call me Lucy Ashton, and that will remind you of the service you did me to-day. In the mean time do not follow us. I should wish this meeting kept a secret—come, Amy."