Joan nodded and turned a somewhat flushed face in his direction.
"A new name," she repeated. "My father will be left undisturbed, Mr. John Vyner will be satisfied, and Mr. Robert—"
"Yes?" said the captain, after a pause.
"Nothing," said the girl.
"But I don't understand," said the captain, "What good will changing your name do?"
"Wait till you hear it," retorted the girl, with an amused glance at him.
"I am waiting," said the other, somewhat shortly.
"You'll see at once when I tell you," said Joan; "and I'm sure you won't mind. I am going back to Salthaven under the name of Mrs. Trimblett."
The captain stopped suddenly in his stride, and with a bewildered air strove to rally his disordered faculties. Alarm and consternation choked his utterance.
"Poor dear!" said Joan, with another giggle. "Don't be alarmed. It's the best thing that could happen to you; it will prevent all other attempts on your freedom."