But anything more utterly irresponsible than this sudden, impulsive departure of the Lady of St. Joseph can scarcely be imagined. John did not even know her name and, what is more, did not even realise the fact until she and Ronald had crossed the stretch of grass and reached the Broad Walk. Then he ran after them. Ronald turned first as he heard the hurrying footsteps. Anything running will arrest the attention of a boy, while a woman hears, just as quickly, but keeps her head rigid. Evidently, Ronald had told her. She turned as well. John suddenly found himself face to face with her. Then the impossible delicacy of the situation and his question came home to him. How, before Ronald, to whom he had just been introduced as a friend, could he ask her name? Simplicity of mind is proverbial in those who traffic in deep waters; but could the master of the good ship _Albatross_ ever be so simple as not to find the suggestion of something peculiar in such a question as this? And so when he reached her side, he stood there despairingly dumb. "You wanted to say something?" said she. He looked helplessly at Ronald. Ronald looked helplessly at him. Then, when he looked at her, he saw the helplessness in her eyes as well. "What is it you want?" said her eyes--"I can’t get rid of him. He’s as cunning as he can be." And his eyes replied--"I want to know your name--I want to know who you are." Which is a foolish thing to say with one’s eyes, because no one could possibly understand it. It might mean anything. Then he launched a question at a venture. If she had any intuition, she could guide it safe to port. "I just wanted to ask," said John--"if you were any relation to the--the----" At that moment the only name that entered his head was Wrigglesworth, who kept a little eating-house in Fetter Lane--"the--oh--what is their name!--the Merediths of Wrotham?" He had just been reading "The Amazing Marriage." But where on earth was Wrotham? Well, it must do. She looked at him in amazement. She had not understood. Who could blame her? "The Merediths?" she repeated--"But why should you think----" "Oh, yes--I know,"--he interposed quickly--"It’s not the same name--but--they--they have relations of your name--they told me so--cousins or something like that, and I just wondered if--well, it doesn’t matter--you’re not. Good-bye."