"And some people have such a lot," said Sissy thoughtfully. "But I always feel as if the Thornes were my relations."
"I suppose so. At any rate, I don't see that Sir Charles Langton has any claim upon you." There was silence for a minute, Sissy drawing an imaginary outline on Hardwicke's carpet with her riding-whip, he following her every movement with his eyes.
"I shall have to sign both my Christian names, I suppose?" she said abruptly.
"Have you two? I didn't know. What is the other?"
"Jane."
"Jane! I like that," said Henry. "Yes, sign them both."
"Thank you. I don't want to seem like an idiot to your father. I should like it best if I could just write 'Sissy' and nothing else, as I do at the end of my letters. When I see 'Cecilia Jane Langton' I feel inclined to call out, 'This is none of I!' like the old woman."
She stood up to go: "You won't forget, will you?"
"No, I won't forget."
"Everything to Percival Thorne."