"If I could speak it as I've written it—"
"I don't see what harm there would be in that," said the owner of the name, "or what object," she added more discreetly.
—"I should feel that I had made a great gain."
"I never told you," answered Kitty, evasively, "how much I admire your first name, Mr. Arbuton."
"How did you know it?"
"It was on the card you gave my cousin," said Kitty, frankly, but thinking he now must know she had been keeping his card.
"It's an old family name,—a sort of heirloom from the first of us who came to the country; and in every generation since, some Arbuton has had to wear it."
"It's superb!" cried Kitty. "Miles! 'Miles Standish, the Puritan captain,' 'Miles Standish, the Captain of Plymouth.' I should be very proud of such a name."
"You have only to take it," he said, gravely.
"O, I didn't mean that," she said with a blush, and then added, "Yours is a very old family, then, isn't it?"