"Do you live far from this, Miss Money?" he began.
"I am not Miss Money. My name is Grey."
"Of course, yes—I beg your pardon for the mistake. It was only a mistake of the tongue, for I knew very well that you were not Miss Money."
"Thank you."
"And your first name is so very pretty and peculiar that I could not have easily forgotten it."
"I am greatly obliged to my godfathers and godmothers."
"Did you say that you lived in this quarter, Miss Grey?"
"No—I did not make any answer; I had not time."
"I hope you do not live very near," the gallant Heron observed.
"Why do you hope that?" Miss Grey said, turning her eyes upon him with an air of cold resolution, which would probably have proved very trying to a less sincere maker of compliments, even though a far more dexterous person than Mr. Heron.