"I'm not quite so certain of that," said she. "It is rather puzzling than pleasant. It is simply this: 'Here we are now within a mile of Ems. It is one of the most gossiping places in Europe. How shall we announce ourselves in the Strangers' List?" The difficulty had never occurred to me before, Tom; nor indeed, did I very clearly appreciate it even now. I thought that the name of Kenny Dodd would have sufficed for me, and I saw no reason why Mrs. Gore Hampton should not have been satisfied with her own appellation. "I knew," said she, laughing, "that you never gave this a thought. Isn't that so?" I had to confess that she was quite correct, and she went on: "Adolphus "--this was the familiar for Mr. Gore Hampton--"is so well known that you could n't possibly pass for him; besides, he is very tall, and wears large moustaches,--the largest, I think, in the Blues." "That's clean out of the question, then," said I, stroking my smooth chin in utter despair. "You 're very like Lord Harvey Bruce, could n't you be _him?_" "I'm afraid not; my passport calls me Kenny James Dodd." "But Lord Harvey is a kind of relative of mine; his mother was a Gore; I 'm sure you could be him." I shook my head despondently; but somehow, whenever a sudden fancy strikes her, the impulse to yield to it seems perfectly irresistible. "It's an excellent idea," continued she, "and all you have to do is to write the name boldly in the Travellers' Book, and say your passport is coming with one of your people." "But he might be here?" "Oh, he's not here; he could n't be here! I should have heard of it if he were here." "There may be several who may know him personally here." "There need be no difficulty about that," replied she; "you have only to feign illness, and keep your room. I 'll take every precaution to sustain the deception. You shall have everything in the way of comfort, but no visitors,--not one.".