"William Octavius Oldrieve Dix. It's so helpful to a child to have a good name."
"I long to see him," said Zora.
"He's in Paris just now."
"Paris?" she echoed.
"Oh, he's not by himself, you know," Septimus hastened to reassure her, lest she might think that the babe was alone among the temptations and dissipations of the gay city. "His mother's there, too."
She shook him by the coat-sleeve.
"What an exasperating thing you are! Why didn't you tell me? I could have broken my journey or at least asked them to meet me at the Gare du Nord. But why aren't they in England?"
"I didn't bring them with me."
She laughed again at his tone, suspecting nothing.
"You speak as if you had accidentally left them behind, like umbrellas. Did you?"