"None," Johanna replied. "I know that your intentions are the kindest, and I thank you cordially, but it cannot be!" Batti laughed. "'Tis odd that no lady is without affectation!" he exclaimed. "Let it alone, however; it does not become you." "It is not affectation," Johanna replied. "Ask Helena if I am not paralyzed by a mere appearance in public----" "That can be overcome," Batti interposed. "Hardly! The mere thought of those myriad eyes upon me----!" And she shuddered. "But I will be honest. Even if I could overcome my timidity, I should reject your proposal out of regard for my grandfather." "Oho!" cried Batti, and his face flushed with anger. "My art is as honourable as any----" "I am not disputing that," Johanna interrupted him gently; "but here we have to do with the invincible prejudices of an old man. As you know, he never forgave my mother's marriage." "And you would have regard for that old ass?" shouted Batti. "I respect and love my grandfather," said Johanna. Batti was silent for a while. Then he shook his head, and laughed. "Ah, by Jove! there comes the Princess again," he said. "Keep that air; it becomes you famously. The regard you talk of is pure folly; but you shall have your way. I should have liked to see your father's name on my playbills; but then, if it must not be, we can find another; and another nationality too if you like. Mademoiselle So-and-so, Miss This-and-that,--we'll arrange all that. Is there any Carlo Batti to be found in the parish register? There I am called Heinrich Rauchspatz, after my father, who kept a grocer's shop in a little town in North Germany. Good old Rauchspatz had his prejudices too. He thought that to have one of his name appear as an equestrian artist might affect the respectability of his firm. Oh, what a row there was! On the other hand, I could not bring myself to measure out molasses and weigh out snuff to customers, so we struck a bargain. He let me off. I changed my name to Carlo Batti, and I think I have done it credit. So now choose a name you like, and it shall be yours." "I cannot; believe me, I cannot," Johanna replied. "Thank you again, but let me beg you to say no more about it. It distresses me, and can lead to no result." For a while they rode on in silence, and then Batti said, "One word more, Fräulein Johanna. Have you considered that if you accede to my plan you insure yourself a brilliant future and a certain income? You are now _vis-à-vis de rien_." Johanna blushed. Twice had she heard this in the last twenty-four hours. "I am, perhaps, not quite so helpless as you think," she said, in a voice that faltered. "I hope I possess another talent worth cultivating. I have--you are the first to whom I have mentioned it--I have been trying to write."