No sooner had Mark declared himself the author of his dead friend's book than he would have given anything to recall his words, not so much from conscience (though he did feel he had suddenly developed into a surprisingly finished scoundrel), as from a fear that his lie might after all be detected. He sat staring stupidly at Mr. Fladgate, who patted him on the shoulder with well-meant encouragement; he had never seen quite so coy an author before. 'I'm very glad to make Mr. Vincent Beauchamp's acquaintance--at last,' he said, beaming with honest pride at the success of his tactics, 'and now we can come to terms again.' He did not find Mark more difficult to deal with than most budding authors, and in this case Mark was morbidly anxious to get the money part of the transaction over as soon as possible; he could not decide whether his conscience would be better or worse satisfied if he insisted on the best pecuniary terms he could obtain, so in his indecision he took the easier course of agreeing to everything. 'About the title now?' said Mr. Fladgate, when the terms had been reduced to a formal memorandum. 'I don't think I quite like your present one; too moonshiny, eh?' Mark owned that it did sound a little moonshiny. 'I think, too, I rather think, there's something very like it out already, and that may lead to unpleasantness, you know. Now, can you suggest something else which will give a general idea of the nature of the book?' As Mark had absolutely no idea what the book was about, he could not. 'Well, Mr. Blackshaw suggested something like "Enchantment," or "Witchery."' 'I don't care about either of those,' said Mark, who found this sort of dissembling unexpectedly easy. 'No,' said Mr. Fladgate, 'No. I think you're right. Now, I had a notion--I don't know what you will think of it--but I thought you might call it "A Modern Merlin," eh?' '"A Modern Merlin,"' repeated Mark thoughtfully. 'Yes, it's not _quite_ the right thing, perhaps, but it's taking, I think, taking.' Mark said it was taking. 'Of course _your_ hero is not exactly a magician, but it brings in the "Vivien" part of the story, don't you see?' Of course Mark did not see, but he thought it best to agree. 'Well,' continued Mr. Fladgate, who was secretly rather proud of his title, 'how does it strike you now? it seems to me as good a title as we are likely to hit upon.' After all, Mark thought, what did it matter? it wasn't his book, except in name. 'I think it's excellent,' he said, 'excellent; and, by the way, Mr. Fladgate,' he added, 'I should like to change the _nom de plume_: it's a whim of mine, perhaps, but there's another I've been thinking lately I should like better.' 'By all means,' said the other, taking up a pencil to make the necessary alteration on the manuscript, 'but why not use your real name? I prophesy you'll be proud of that book some day; think over it.'