"That's all right," she said rather loftily; "only you know everybody doesn't feel the way you do." "Of course," Billy assented hastily. "What are their names, Ted?" "The dark one is Violet Clementina Ascutney, and the little blond one is Marianne--with a final _e_--Euphrosyne Blackiston. The men are Eugene Vincent and Gerald Mortimer, and the dead one is Alessandro Stanley Farrington." "Oh, great Caesar, Ted! I can't stand that. Why can't you have a good plain Jack?" "Jack is fearfully commonplace, and names do count for so much in a story." Billy groaned. "Maybe. Anyhow, you've got to leave out the Farrington. I can't go that. Which does Marianne-with-a-final-_e_ take?" "That's just it. She's left an orphan, rich as can be, and she asks Violet to live with her. Violet is the only daughter of a decayed Southern family, who had to teach for a living until she was rescued from her life of toil by the generosity of Marianne." "With-a-final-_e_," Billy supplemented. His eyes were full of mischief, for Theodora's tone matched the pomp of her words. "Then they live in this beautiful house," Theodora went on, sternly regardless of his flippancy; "with an old housekeeper, and they have beautiful times, parties and everything. One stormy night in summer, when they are sitting by the fire, watching the blaze and seeing pictures in it, the bell rings and a man in livery comes in to tell them that there has been a runaway accident and a man hurt. That's Alessandro, and I mean to get all this part out of papa's books." "Well?" "Well, he's there for weeks, and the housekeeper takes care of him and the girls don't see him; they just make him broth and things, and send them up to his room. One day, when he is pale and interesting, he leaves his room and sees Marianne and falls in love with her; but she never knows it. He is poor and too honorable to tell her his love, so he just wastes away, and she never guesses. It's all terribly sad." "Well, yes, I should say so," Billy observed. "Are the others as forlorn?" "No. Gerald is a student, and Marianne's cousin, who lives next door. He's jolly, with yellow hair, and means to be a doctor. He loves Violet, even if she is poor. He has a friend, Eugene, that isn't well,--not hectic a bit, but has trouble with his eyes or something, so he can't work, and comes to spend the summer there, and falls in love with Marianne. They all have great times, and poor Alessandro, in bed upstairs, can hear all their fun, when they sit on the piazza in the moonlight, and he buries his head in the pillows and sobs. One night, just in fun, Marianne makes her will and leaves all she has to Violet. Then Marianne and Eugene get engaged. Then Marianne dies of a fever, and they find the will and accuse Violet of killing her, and Eugene is so sorrowful that he goes into a convent." "I thought men usually took to a monastery."