CHAPTER XIX
ON CHANGING ONE’S NAME
WITH a smile Marjory began:
“You are satisfied that it was because of the fireworks and Joan of Arc business that I came away?”
“Oh yes!”
“And that this was the final and determining cause?”
“Why certainly!”
“Then you are wrong!” I looked at her in wonder and in some secret concern. If I were wrong in this belief, then why not in others? If Adams’s belief and my acceptance of it were erroneous, what new mystery was there to be revealed? Just at present things had been looking so well for the accomplishment of my wishes that any disturbance must be unwelcome. Marjory, watching me from under her eyelashes, had by this time summed me up. The stern look which she always had when her brows were fixed in thought, melted into a smile which was partly happ
