15: Carlisle Interlude
"GREGORY GEORGE GORDON GREEN, four of 'em-Gees," the owner of the name explained patiently as the crazy signpost at the entrance to the lane appeared. "Don't blame me. Pity me, if you feel like it."
"I'm not sure—no," Madge said. "It isn't you. Not—not big enough. I'd like to think of you as something else. Something"— she broke off, at a loss for a word—"something more heroic."
"Heaven save us!" he ejaculated, and swung the long bonnet of the car southward, away from the signpost. "If you want real heroics, my old man always calls me Gordon, but I warn you I shall weep if you start it. Why couldn't my godfathers and godmothers have thought of Eric, or little by little, or grail for Galahad, or even Augustus? There's a nice mellow flavour about Augustus, when you
